Firestone Hot Springs i could love you

Attacks out of nowhere?! Stjornuati was, for a moment, enraged and offended. He had defended himself! How was he to know that the not-coyote was not a coyote but a wolf, and that he was not alone or seeking to ambush him? He couldn't have, the dark of the foggy night and the small of sulphur all working against him to conceal this creature's identity from him. In this moment, Stjornuati could not help but to launch into a tirade of Icelandic words, stomping off into the fog to seek the nearest herbs and batch of fungi he had seen nearby.

His return was swift, angrily shoving the other down so that he would lie upon the ground rather than bleed out by moving too much.

Heimskur litli úlfur. Láttu eins og hrææta og búast við að aðrir ráðist ekki á þig. Síðan til að halda áfram að berjast í stað þess að hlaupa í burtu. Fokking fífl. Heimskur helvítis fífl úlfs.

And then louder, to the one he had caused so much damage to: Do not struggle. This one is græðari. Healer.