Porcupine Ridge i've given up

She watched carefully, studying him for all of his worth. He struggled. She could see it in the balance he held onto so delicately, and she used her proximity to glance over his wounds -- ugly, fresh, and probably bound to fester if he kept at it. She remained straight-faced, almost expressionless entirely if it weren't for the touch of curiosity when faced with something such as this. He hardly looked like the youthful wolf from the coast she had met moons ago, so marred with misery and injury as he were. He'd seen something foul, and whether or not it was of his own doing was unknown. But, he was probably in little shape for explanations.

She said nothing for a beat, and watching him slather then speak in what seemed liked fevered words. Ame arched a skeptical brow. Valkyrie. A strong word with deep connotations. She was not well-versed in the myth and did not immediately know of a counterpart from her own pantheon. All she knew was that they pertained to battle in some way and that generally speaking, she was not one. Although, it may not be a stretch for her to bring their representation to flesh. "You think you have someplace to go?" she quipped, then moved closer to him with scrutinizing eyes. All torn up like that, he needed a lot of things. He needed to go home, for one, but that was far.. and she hardly knew its exact location. Would he even make it back? She couldn't help but wonder as she watched blood drip from his lips -- internal injury? Something equally as devious? Hard telling, honestly.