The ranger glanced over at the young Keepa as he tried to bandage himself, his eyes quickly reading the movements and physical stance of the Elviran. A slight sigh escaped him and his attention drifted from each key individual associated with helping him, his ears flicking a few times. [i]This situation is beyond my control... I have to sort this all out.[/i] He thought, kneeling in silence for a second before tossing the bandage in the medical kit and zipping it shut, putting it away in his satchel while he stood up with a slight grunt. Once on his feet, the hybrid walked over to the demoralized anthro and placed his only good hand on the individual's shoulders. "Even a good ranger must know that there are fights he can not win." He said in a quiet, soft tone before turning to the others, his hand slipping off the boy's shoulder. 

"I need your help again my friends. These survivors can fend for themselves, yes, but it would be best if you could do me this favor..." The ranger stated, his hand digging under the collar of his heavy, blood stained jacket to pull out his dog tags, holding out the necklace to the massive tiger as he continued. "There is a group of people like me not too far away. Show them this and they can take care of the survivors who follow you. I know you've done more than enough in saving my life... But this needs to be done. I have to head over to an abandoned radio station to send a message. Can you do this? I will forever be in your debt." He asked, the dog tags being offered displaying the familiar symbol of a ranger along with the name [i]Wilson Fillmoore[/i]. ((Yaay I can finally use different titles now instead of Ranger and Hybrid XD)) It seemed rather risky breaking away because of his condition, but he had survived being alone and injured more than he wished to confess.