((For this, just general information about yourself in your first post:
Name:
Age:
Fursona:
Color:
Markings:
Name: Jared
Age: 19
Fursona: Wolf
Color: White
Markings: See avvy))
*Jared covered his sensitive ears when the shots rang out once more. He had been walking through the human's farmlands, thinking it abandoned by the shape of the old house on the property. The bullet now lodged in his leg gave testament to how wrong the assumption was. He kept moving as quietly as he could. Were he not currently fearing for his life, he would have laughed at the irony of the situation. Here he was, a healer and completely non-violent, being pursued by an angry human that thinks he would be a threat. His wandering mind had dulled his focus on the situation, and he thought he had lost his pursuer. He stood and turned around, his ears drooped quickly when he found himself staring down the barrel of a rifle.*