Lachlan glanced around, wincing with annoyance as rain soaked through his shirt and into his wound.
His eyes finally caught sight of a stilled figure sprawled under a towering white pine tree. He sighed gruffly, hobbling towards the black cat, before squatting beside him, glancing between Wolfram and the tree. Really? "I see you had a run in with a tree." He muttered under his breath, stilling his eyes on the scrawny, black, long furred cat. "You might think no one wants you around and that everyone wants you dead. Guess what, you seem to have a weird ability to drag idiots like me around after you. If your so intent to die at least die after you manage to ditch my family and I don't have to feel like a terrible person, okay? I mean, I'd rather you not die." He paused, realizing to any bystander he seemed like a bleeding boy sitting beside a partly unconscious cat, lecturing him on not dying. "Look, I'm sorry about what you've been through. No one deserves that. Argh! I'm terrible at this." He growled. "I'm going to take you back to the others, and then we're going to either Toby's or my house, okay? Don't scratch me."