Moonspear like a lost puppy

He didn’t expect her concern, the way she began fussing over him. Talisman thought about pointing out his wound, though she would find it on her own soon enough; it spanned the entire length of his spine, after all. Thanks to the healer, the swelling had gone down and the infection was clearing, though the flesh would likely always remain raised.

One of the wolf’s teeth sort of dr— he began to explain, only to lapse into surprised silence when she plucked a mat out of his pale fur. But… yeah, he continued distractedly in the next breath, I’m going to be okay, thanks to Alaric.

Hopefully that answered her anxious questions. Talis stared at her in slight amazement. Kusuma cared about him. Why hadn’t he realized this sooner? Why hadn’t he thought to bring her along? He supposed he hadn’t been thinking straight but that didn’t really quell the guilt he felt at present.

Let’s call for him, he said evenly, hoping to soothe her fluster.

He waited a beat, then threw his head skyward, sending up a note for the pack’s councilor or even its head, @Sialuk, who he was pretty sure he hadn’t met yet. Talisman made sure to note that it wasn’t urgent. He didn’t want Alaric fretting over him too, much as it warmed his heart to think anyone (or two!) should worry about him.