Wapun Meadow bloodgrand

Dutch was fine. He was fine, right up until Chakliux said the word wounds. Then, reluctantly, Dutch had to acknowledge the way his body was screaming at him. He moved gingerly, turning his head to sniff the slashes on his hip. His tongue darted out to taste the blood there, and he decided, "It'll heal before the wedding," in a voice that had gone gruff and thick with pain.

He turned his eyes on Chakliux, investigating him in turn.

"And you?" he asked. "Are you harmed?"