Arrow Lake Birds don't fly, they soar

instinct vied with healer's eye; anger surged against sympathetic ear. the man was silent, impassive; he listened in a cool quietude and said nothing once the woman had finished.
"do not look another volf in the eyes," mahler warned in a voice somewhat less gruff than before. she had apologized, noted her error; he lifted his head.
"this used to be my home," the shadowpriest answered briefly. stepping back to indicate she would not be attacked, he settled his eyes upon the jagged rent his teeth had cut in her flesh.
another pensive span of time; he gestured toward the she-wolf's wound. "vill you allow me to put a poultice upon your injury?" he asked quietly, lavender gaze skimming the depth of the damage.