Swiftcurrent Creek let the water wash away your sins

Arric did not usually abuse his size to put anyone into line. He could if he so felt the need too, but he didn't. Why because he disliked violence unless it was warranted.

She had shorter fur, dark as the night that pressed around them. The keen silver eyes that stared at him though, they spoke of secrets and knowledge.

She was limping and he moved closer at her request of help. He assessed it, he wasn't a healer, but he knew enough. It didn't look like a fresh wound. But could he really determine himself if it was worth worrying over. 

Let me call my leader. Just go ahead and sit, take weight off it.

He howled out for @Akavir. Blue eyes staying upon her.