Arrow Lake Birds don't fly, they soar

Zarya watched the he-wolf as he placed something into his muzzle. Mahler was reasonable, she wondered what role he obtained within his pack. Then he placed something onto Zarya's wound and mumbled something. She had to turn her ear to process what he said. This will hurt. Zarya looked at the gargoyle as he set an object upon her flank and compressed it with his forepaw.

      He was right. It was pretty painful, but so was the injury before it. So, she only winced slightly at the ache before settling her eyes upon Mahler. Focusing on something always helped her overcome pain. It wasn't until then she had noticed the sheer size of the wolf she had encountered. Zarya was taken aback; this was the wolf she had been attacked by? There was no way he had let out his full force into the laceration she now displayed. Zarya figured if she spoke, she would disturb the concentrator. So, she stayed quiet and allowed the wolf to work.