The Sentinels Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?

kept her wound type vague - it's a sprain right?

tachyon heard the tail end of her curse -- his ears pricked forward in concern and he glanced over her briefly, specifically looking for any sign of a wound. had she also been besieged by the seaside savages?

he was relieved to see he did not startle her -- and even more relieved to see no spark of familiarity crossed her grey features. he hoped this meant a clean slate as he hadn't exactly left the best of impressions on the older female. 'hi -- what's wrong?" he asked immediately, settling on his weak haunches a few meters from the prone wolf. "that's not from those wolves, is it?"