Porcupine Ridge authentic battle damage

For a moment, he was transported to bygone years, when he was but a pup and his mother scolded him about the dangers of the world. His expression widened as Diane lectured him, his ears turning in puzzlement; not at what she was saying, but at the fact she was saying it at all. She finished with a mutter, and he snorted softly with amusement, his mouth now twitched into a faint smile as he crossed his forelegs.

"You write me off so quickly," he jested. His wound had been left unattended for a night and a morning, but it was clean now, and so far as he was aware no infection had settled in and he was not in imminent danger of being taken out by it. But he did not fault her for her concern, and was instead bemused that she fretted over him so much. "It'll take more than a scratch to knock me down, I promise."