Porcupine Ridge logitech

He had sought her, but it was her who found him, staring into warming water for insight that was not there. She touched his shoulder, inquiring about his injuries, and his snout turned to tenderly brush her ear. Though it seemed the black wolf was out of the doghouse for his first mistake upon the ridge, his paws still pricked with uncertainty out of the perceived mistakes that followed.

"I've cleaned them," he answered softly. He had no knowledge of the medicinal properties of herbs, and was not inclined to seek out someone who did. In this way he was old-fashioned, preferring the action of the tongue and time to heal wounds that could be. His eyes found her own wounds, and his mouth shifted uncomfortably at the sight of them. They were, more than his own, a reminder of his poor decisions.

He laid his head across her shoulders, drawing comfort and support from her presence. "I've made many mistakes since bringing you all to this ridge," said Taggarik, solemn.