The bad Fresh was crying. PJ couldn't believe it. He felt bad for Fresh... and couldn't stand watching the poor wolf cry. He did something that no one else did. He walked straight up to the wolf and said these very words.

"Are you okay?"

The wolf's ears perked up and looked into Little Jammy Hood's eyesockets. He jumped into a defensive mode and winced in pain. Little Jammy Hood gulped, but noticed something, and before Jammy could help, the wolf sprinted away. . . leaving a small trail of blood.

Little Jammy Hood sighed, and wanted to chase after him, but dicided that Ink and Error waited long enough. He walked back to the trail, and skipped to the house.

"MY BABY!" Ink yelled as he squeezed her to death, "I TOLD YOU HE DIDN'T GET LOST, YOU HAD NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT!"

"You were the only one worrying, Inky." Error rolled his eyes.

Little Jammy Hood laughed and hugged back. He excepted this everyday. But... seeing Fresh, the bad wolf, like that... he thought he'd​ never see that.

Mean while, Fresh was laying down, careful not to move the wounded leg. He kept thinking about Jammy Hood, that part running through his head. He never had anyone ask if he's okay, but he's pretty sure it won't ever happen again.

Or will it...?