Porcupine Ridge wizened and weary

Novak noticed her injury upon seeing her the first time today, but spoke nothing of it until now. "Have you gotten that wound checked out?" he asked, becoming more worried for her health. The silvery brute may have never been wounded enough to gain a scar to prove it, but he did know what an untreated wound could become. He knew she was hiding the pain of it for herself and for him. Not wanting to be worried about, but that didn't stop him. Slowly coming closer to her injured foot, he lowered himself to sniff around it before looking up at her with curious eyes. "Who gave you this?" He was well aware it was one of the neighboring pack, but he knew if he were to see this wolf again he wouldn't treat him kindly. Of course, he wouldn't start any trouble either. 

The handsome male was then covered with grief once realizing he hadn't answered her former question, not realizing it could have been rhetorical. He backed away from her a bit, to recreate the theme of the conversation. "As for me being gallant- I wouldn't be able to answer that." He admitted.