Lost Creek Hollow Island of memories we'll leave them where they lie

Gannet smiled as she showed the injuries, as they looked dreadful, but better also. There were no alarming signs of sickness or turning in the wounds. So long as she cooperated, he applied what he needed, then sat down.

Your first fight? he asked, still smiling. He assumed so, as siblings did not count. He did not remember his, but he did remember the early ones... perhaps the first big one was the loner he and Whip had chased from the borders. Being injured was not a good feeling, but surviving a fight was.