[ Jackson had a hand pressed to the wound. Snarling at Mickey. Slowly, he pulled his hand away, looking at the blood, then trying to see the wound. He rolled his shoulder. It was healing. Slowly.
He could have taken off after Mickey. But instead, he opted to seek easier prey. One who wasn't so well warmed. He slipped back into the shadows of the trees, on a different path than the human. ]
[spam] cw: blood and gunshots and violence
He could have taken off after Mickey. But instead, he opted to seek easier prey. One who wasn't so well warmed. He slipped back into the shadows of the trees, on a different path than the human. ]