Northstar Vale An Ugly Heart Makes For a Pretty Face

He'd become used to the constant streak of tears down his right cheek. Less so, the blurred vision in his right eye. Something was wrong, but he was not equipped to say what. It should've healed by now. 

His brother had been correct, though. With some maintenance, the scarring on his face was hardly visible and the teeth marks had all but vanished, aside from tiny scabs where each puncture had been prior. The bone felt bruised, but that pain was lessening each day. 

Though his sight was suffering, his smell was not. He was quick to respond to the stranger's scent. It smelled too close. He debated on calling his brother, as any wolf deserving of respect would not be so ignorant of clearly marked borders. But he didn't. He could handle this on his own. 

Upon drawing closer, he called out. "That's far enough. You are trespassing." 

He couldn't see her yet, but knew she was near.