Ravenshook Cliffs false sun

Her explanation was met with only a flick of his ear as he stared dumbly. Luck was with him today, it seemed. He glanced down at his leg again, wincing as the wind stung it some more. It was a toss up, allowing a stranger to tend to it, or leave it be and hope for the best. The threat of infection weighed on him heavily, however, so Gristle gave a hesitant nod before moving closer to the pale wolf.

"Try anything and I'll kill you," he grunted with a glance at the younger girl, before he sniffed again. The scent of pine and dry salt...where had he smelt that before?