Ankyra Sound you got good looking friends, you're a sharp-dressed man

The man was trying to heal. Getting used to his reduced vision, mainly because of the swelling around his eye. It hurt to express and much more to eat, but he did. He had to, to live.
The wound bled often but was scabbing over in a large ugly patch of roughness.
The ocean stung, but it kept it clean, and the herbs helped some.
He just wished he had poppy seeds.

A tremble shuddered the ground beneath him. He lept up from his resting, pain flashing through his body at the sudden movement. 
What the fuck?
A howl reached his ears and he promptly started towards the source. He suspected danger, but of what sort to make the earth tremble in anger?
He happened across his packmates, giving them all questioning looks as he listened. He didn't have much to contribute.