The Heartwood i'm not a complete wretch, i fetch

The wound wasn't getting any better.

The wolf ignored it as much as he could. There were other concerns that kept him on the move; he needed to eat a decent meal but he was also paranoid as he meandered through the woods, certain that he was being followed or that someone might erupt from the foliage to strike him down again; maybe the giant woman, maybe one of the men from the plains.

It had not gone unnoticed to Drusk that the pale woman from the plains had not moved to his defense (neither did he expect her to, they were strangers to one-another), and more importantly that those men had come on her command. She was someone to be cautious of—and the number of bodies heralded a potential settlement worth investigating.

For now though, Drusk needed to keep a low profile for long enough to track down a meal.