Raven's Watch chivalry is dead

“I cannot walk.” Not comfortably, and not without shooting pains through the soles of torn flesh. The inference was clear in the heated tone that sought to snake his ears. Faust had refused her time to heal, now old cuts had reopened.
It was not feminine behavior. Women endured, they did not complain. It weakened her stature and would have labeled her a disagreeable mate.
But men also hunted. They tended equally to their woman’s needs, and if the mountain wolf took stock in some traditions from her native Ashēer, then he would go for the goat and not return without filled jaws.
Her head shifts, she does not turn to see, only to swivel a silver ear in his direction.