Redsand Canyon under the water i'll be sharpening my knife

the woman is forthcoming, something the warlord can appreciate. "it's not been so far," she acknowledges, shifting her weight. the discomfort is made worse, surely, by her size and height, she doubts a smaller, lither wolf would have had to bear the same pain as she with a similar injury.  

"it's been a month, almost, but still it will not bear weight." some, yes, but not as it should. her patience can only spread so far and long, and frustration begins to simmer. only the threat of whatever had happened to have orochi lose his limb happening to her keeps her from stressing the leg, but she uncertainty of how long this will last grows, an ever-troubling thought.