Ocean's Breath Plateau sweetness, I want a tap on your heart

He had come this time expecting such an inspection, and had licked the wound clean before departing from the glacier. He looked on in weary amusement, and accepted the man's words with a huffy laugh.

"Yes," he said, pointedly, "I can smell the medicine. Your wives cannot want me there today. It heals, seal hunter. Despite you mistaking me for a seal."

Dutch had never in his life started any kind of fight. He would swear this until his dying day.

"I came to speak with you," he said, likewise sobering. "But I must return quickly."