Haunted Wood gypsies, tramps, and thieves

Seeing the black and white wolf cringe he felt a wave of shame. Memory, Clarence and even poor little Famine had gotten sliced apart during the lynx fight and his own wounds felt incomparable. Even though he was in pain and taking lots of medicine to function he shrugged on his good side trying to play it off cool nonchalantly   "Healing. Brought Clay home just after the Lynx so I'm a little rough." Not wanting to be pushed on it he gave a nod to Clarence's wounds "How about you?"