Wapun Meadow bloodgrand

chakliux was filled with adrenaline and concern. "i have no wounds," he insisted, dancing in a tight circle before the eyes of dutch so that the other might see he spoke true. now his own gaze returned to the man's cuts; he looked hard at the hunter and stalked away.
the seal hunter was no man of medicine; he did not know so many secrets. but he returned with a glob of mud and chewed comfrey.
"the wedding?" he mumbled, not thinking of anything else then patching the cuts. "be still, spine man."