The Sentinels And love will set you free

he was a giant man, hugely scarred and recently ripped by wolfs'-teeth. concern brought the seawolf closer to stare at those just-healing tears, at the anger which seemed to glint in every aspect of the gigantic creature.
"dreven. i am chakliux. you are close to village moontide. not too close," he assured, the berrybright eyes studying every mark in the bitten hide. "have you had healing?"
even now, he knew not; there was no sting of medicinal herbs in the air, at least that he could smell, and the other was sharp-boned with hunger.