Sawtooth Spire illumination

honor among thieves.
it did not hide from the ear of wolfshelm; that his brother had sent away a wounded stallion. it was not surprising, colosseum fiercely protective of his mares, of what he called his.
but his brother was not bound by the same nature's code. the life of a bachelor stallion was a hard road, and he could not in good conscience know that a man towed the line of death somewhere in the immediate area.
he would help—if he could. if the man would allow it, and if wolf could remember any sort of healing knowledge. it was little.
following after the bloody hoof steps of the man, but feeling that something was off. he snorts nervously, eyes scanning wildly now.