The Sunspire This mortal form is a bit battered

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He looked a rightful mess, although his injuries did not look direly serious. She did notice his cracked tooth and wondered if that bothered him any. Teeth were a delicate subject, and not one she would know how to help if he needed it.

Then her ears slicked back as she listened. How idiotic, she seethed, teeth peeling back with the words and offended at her borderlands being so disregarded. Did she smell of a pack? Or anything notable, really? Ame hadn't been able to notice one on the trail but Jace had gotten a good, firsthand whiff of the hostile wolf. Do you think she will be stupid enough to return? she asked while stepping closest to him, peering with a frown at the piece of missing flesh on his shoulders, suspecting it to be the worst of it. They were still bleeding, and raw, so surely, he was miserable but they would all need cleaning at least.