Gone were the sounds of his comrades talking amongst the moonlight. Guarding the only family he had from intruders, and the occasional wildlife that decided to wander too far from safe ground. Every memory slowly started to flood back into his mind, replaying everything like some form of record. Bits and pieces of imagery would dance around, making things a little difficult to process; however, he wasn't going to get anywhere standing around and thinking about the past... Even if his brain was trying to make him think otherwise. How tiresome.

Magen sighed.

The heat, albeit was starting to become a nuisance to him, tore the veil of his mind and made him think of here, and now. The sun caused him to tighten his gaze and focus on elsewhere for a while. Before long, there seemed to be something to take his thoughts off the heat and memories. Another stranger.

He trotted over, giving his eyes some time to process after being blinded by nature's watchful eye.

She looked battered, bruised, broken in more ways than one Magen assumed. However, he knew better than that. Everyone he had met here so far seemed to have gone through hell and back from what the brute could gather. And, considering blood matted her fur, he could only make assumptions from that.

"Do you need some help?" He kicked himself for the obvious question; however, there were many who refused a helping paw in his line of work before. Plus, he wasn't exactly some form of field medic. He caused damage, never exactly knew how to fix said damage. But, he wasn't going to let someone get worse if he could avoid it.