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She turned at the voice of Sir Jarl Ragnar Loðbrók. She gasped and then a little scream escaped her. The sky was missing from half of his face, that nice caribbean blue eye gone. Three diagonal slash marks from his muzzle to his eye and an empty socket. She tried to keep her voice from trembling as she lowered her tail, flattened her ears and bowed. Good Day, Sir Jarl Ragnar Loðbrók.. I am sorry for screaming." She said, her eyes not able to leave his face. She knew from Mama that it wasn't nice to stare, but she couldn't help it. It reminded her of Majesty's girlfriend- half of the black wolf's face had been twisted. Of course, he was not twisted, just missing a little something.
What happened? Who took your eye? She asked nervously. Was he okay? Did it hurt? Why would someone do that to a great Jarl like Ragnar? Sure he could be grumpy, but who would tear his eye out?