Arrow Lake A Wolf To Water

"I'm not sure 'fun' is the right word," he grizzled, though his expression showed that he was not truly irritated. Rather, he looked on her with open curiosity, wondering where life had taken her since they'd last met. She smelled of others - of his niece and a stranger, most notably.

"Please," he said in response to her offer, lowering himself so that the woman could get a good look. The scab was peeling, now, and oozing freely in some places. Not pleasant, but probably not the worst thing Pema had seen either, if she was a medic, now. "You smell like my niece, Dawn," he went on, hoping to get some answers out of her while she worked. "How is she doing these days?"