Arrow Lake I'm good it's just a scratch

she was fierce, speaking of her injuries as if they were nothing. mahler's jaw tensed to know that it was not only coyotes that had threatened kazimir's life, but gave a mere grunt of approval as her words ended. "you fought vell," mahler murmured. "but it is important that i treat your vounds now. ja? before they become infected."
she had more than earned her rank, so far as he was concerned.
the gargoyle motioned for kazimir to follow him. wolves without dens they were, moving far too often to settle, but he kept caches of needed herbs stashed 'round the lake. toward one he strode now, uncovering the little plants and breathing upon them to melt the gathered frost. "clean yourself in the snow here, first," he instructed the woman, watching her carefully for any sign of the seeping poison that can be carried on coyote teeth.