Stavanger Bay war will nourish itself

Leo was pushed from him, but once she had landed and his vision caught sight of the jagged gouge that was settled in her spine, he frowned and pushed himself to his feet with quickly knit brows on his already stern face. “Leo, you twit,” he growled out of frustration and closed the distance on them. The thick crimson seemed to ooze out of the wound and trail down the lower portion of her back, mingling with the inky stripe that ran from mid-length to her tail tip. A heaving sigh escaped his muzzle and he shook his head, sending bits of sand falling back to the earth.
 
“I know someone who might be able to look at this,” he remarked coyly, thinking back on their conversation not ten minutes prior. Of course, Skellige was beginning to feel as though he relied on the wolf of the forest too much for the various injuries that happened to his wolves. Though, he thought to himself, it was a good excuse to see her again.