Redsand Canyon Wipe the blood out of our eyes

Reyson did not understand fully the pain, nor could he empathize. He had been neither close or friends with the wolves in question and before, there had only been Renaud. He supposed he was in a sense close with Rook and Amity, but he also saw now the difference between a parent and a child, and he had never acted like a father. Only a commander, not that he had been asked to be a father. He had simply helped along a female as she wanted something and he could give.

Reyson snorted, good naturedly. This is extremely true. The wounds upon my back were enough for Renaud to lose his lunch. Though he was also quite angry at the reason for them.

Reyson had seen many amputations, some made it, some didn't. It was enough to make you green around the gills if you weren't used to it.
 
Celandine? What is that? I have not even heard of it?

Reyson frowned in thought. Had pain ever distracted him? He really couldn't remember a time, truthfully pain had always grounded him, because it was then that he knew he needed to finish what he started as quick as his body would allow before it gave out....but perhaps that was a personal thing that made him strange.
 

Then he remembered what time it had, when it had been so great he had barely managed to function, but that had been more emotional. Though the physical had been there as well.