LunarPeltofMoonClan

Ratonhnhaké:ton x Reader You're wounded and dying, simple as that. And you're nearly ready to give up on getting any sort of aide when unfamiliar help arrives. Not knowing who this stranger is or why he's bothering to help doesn't matter at this point. You accept his efforts for as long as your dignity can allow. Ratonhnhaké:ton set up camp before dawn while you watched silently from your resting place. It was a decent spot where most of the snow was kept at bay by the thick, lush branches of a fir tree. The earth would provide a decent enough bed, if not moist and rich with balsamic scents, layered by the soft curls of moss. But a