Ryan opened his eyes slowly, raising his hand above his eyes to block the sun from them as well as be prepared to defend himself in case the shaking that he had just felt were a sign of coming violence. He had heard a voice, but the previous night's events had left him fairly disoriented. His thoughts flashed to what exactly had happened just before he fell unconscious and he quickly opened his eyes fully, prepared to blind himself if it was necessary to find out whether the wolf had returned for a snack. He moved his hand slightly so he could see the figure, only to realize it was Riley just before he blinded himself with the sun.
He shut his eyes and shook his head, sitting up. "That wasn't a dream... Or a hallucination, was it?" He opened his eyes barely, still uncomfortable with the light's blinding rays, as he looked to the shoulder he had been bitten. As he saw the torn shirt and dried blood, he stopped, raising his other arm to touch his shoulder. How does that even happen? Was I in a coma or something...? Shouldn't I be starved to death if that were the case...? "Did... Did we fight off the wolf, last night?" He glanced to Riley, his eyes beginning to adjust.
He shut his eyes and shook his head, sitting up. "That wasn't a dream... Or a hallucination, was it?" He opened his eyes barely, still uncomfortable with the light's blinding rays, as he looked to the shoulder he had been bitten. As he saw the torn shirt and dried blood, he stopped, raising his other arm to touch his shoulder. How does that even happen? Was I in a coma or something...? Shouldn't I be starved to death if that were the case...? "Did... Did we fight off the wolf, last night?" He glanced to Riley, his eyes beginning to adjust.