Duck Lake fangs and ducks

"...only if you tell me about the injuries you claim to have. I'm not letting you wander alone with a bunch of injuries, perhaps our healer would be able to help."

Her thoughts focused on his latter words.
Now he concerned himself with her wounds when he originally wanted to have her killed over some lost ducks! She scoffed internally, but kept smooth with the silver draped hessian.
"In the fall, I may have broken a rib. And as for my head, it keeps being...foggy...probably a concussion? And with me being famished...well...that doesnt really help my condition."
As her silver blue eyes glazed a bit, for a second, Raven forgot she was talking to the guy that threatened her life, almost seeing him as a packmate of hers who went by the name of Cretivar. So witty. Inquisitive. Bold. Snapping out of the past, she focused again.
"Now what is your name?"