Otatso Wetlands the time's come to play

The touch of the small wolf made him cringe, although the mud had cooled the heat of the wound considerably. He wasn't entirely numb to it, but the pain was dulled enough. Njal likely reacted to the attention more than the pain of the bite. Still, he turned his body abruptly, which spread the skin and made him wince harder. Hey! No, don't touch that. Ugh, kids. Nosy little shits.

Wait, was that his thought? That was... Vulgar.

How'd you get that? The girl asked, her voice bursting with curiosity, for all he could tell. Ah, I.. I got in a fight.

Sort of. That didn't sound right though. He had defended his home, not just fought a random stranger (except he totally fought a random stranger). Maybe he was getting feverish after all...

You ever... Get in a fight? With more than a squirrel, I mean. Yeah that was conversation. Conversation was happening.