The Heartwood blood of the wolf and heart of the lamb

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Irritation licked up and down Kadezj spine, and his warnings to back off did not seem to be met with much success. Neither were they met with offense - neither wolf continued their approach, but they did not seem to understand that his signals were asking for a wide berth. Perhaps it was true that the inhabitants of this valley did not war with one another as the nomads of the dessert did, but it was hard for the hybrid to understand or believe. If they really meant him no harm, why then did they not understand the common sense canine language of back away and let me breathe?

He was further incensed by the roving tone of the male before him, who spoke in a language that did not seem to match either of the two Kadezj himself was versed in. Interspersed in the language were a few words in the common tongue he could pick out and understand - he was apparently not here to fight. What was the good for nothing here to do then, intrude on an injured man and raise his heart rate? Kadezj's growling did not take a break, and he continued to flash his front teeth, eyes primarily directed at the self-proclaimed doctor.

But the female took her turn, showing a glimmer of irritation herself, though it seemed to be directed at the other male's behavior - not his own. Perhaps she too could see that this ambush was not a good idea. But apparently that didn't apply to her - who seemed also to think herself a doctor. Kadezj felt his back bristling against the trunk of the tree behind him, and grew uncomfortable with his posturing. But he did not discontinue it.

He could not deny that he needed medical attention, but these two strangers would not gain access to his body so easily. A healer required above all things trust -- and neither wolf had his. "Elat irge, maegii, annevalat anna," he spat between growls, tail lashing like a whip.