Moonspear the day she walked away

Seastorm was on her best behavior, thank you very much — though she couldn't deny that she was beginning to feel overwhelmed by the time the pale woman appeared. The assassin bristled faintly, allowing herself a single step back, but otherwise tried to appear unruffled.

Rather than answer in words, she held her leg out for inspection. The old puncture wounds left by wolven teeth would still be visible, healing but nonetheless unsightly. At a glance the wounds seemed innocent enough — but a more skilled eye would see the subtle signs of inflammation in her foreleg, the faint swelling and the streaks of scarlet glimpsed through her pale fur. The surface wounds were healing well... but a deeper infection stirred just beneath.