Ankyra Sound He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him.

His injuries had obviously been extensive; whatever healer stitched him back together was a miracle worker.  Must be some healers.  This pack seems to be full of second chances, she said, her voice somewhat wry with humor.  They were a torn and scarred band from what she'd seen so far, which meant now she guessed she fit right in.  Funny - this was the worst she'd probably looked, but for the first time, her wounds had been fairly superficial.  She'd lost an eye but the fever had been light and the damage shallow.

You aren't from around here, then, she guessed, judging from the way he spoke.  No family? If he'd had a pack, they'd have helped, but it seemed he must have been alone and lucky to meet skilled strangers.