Northstar Vale a little slow, a little late

Reyson said that he fought and won, but Saleem frowned. Didn't win. It got away! In truth, Saleem had run, but he wasn't willing to admit he was that much of a failure. Just the fact that his prey had survived was humiliating enough. He felt he had barely scratched it, and he had come out with this rather painful and uncomfortable wound. When Reyson suggested something called "allow," Saleem curled his lip. He didn't want medicine to make him feel better. He wanted the prey to die.