Whitewater Gorge I will make you bleed

The lieutenant listened with apprehension on his features. A frown soon met it as he looked over his commander’s wounds. Some were deep, and some would need medical attention in order to stave off natural causes of death. An infection could be detrimental to the healing of it.
 
There were eyes upon her. She had managed to slither her way into the care of others who would fight for her and the disgust for the situation and her audacity showed on his features for a moment. At the mention of the Trail, his ears perked, a malicious grin on his features as he offered a sly nod. “Absolutely, Virion. I can start to search for recruits for your empire.” He confirmed with a nod on his features. “First, we should clean your wounds. A few of your marks are deep.” He offered as an unbiased opinion.
 
“The Trail shall return stronger than it ever was under your leadership, Pakhan.”