ooc: I think I would like Skæ to go ahead and be blind in that eye.
Skælingr resisted the urge once again to scratch at his eye. The pain and the itching was driving him crazy and while he was rather dispondent at taking help from a canine he was smart enough to know when he needed help. And when a fair bargain presented itself. The only price for Odysseus help was the promise of the tigers services against an enemy should it ever be required. Skælingr had next to know alliances with anyone in Alacritis and thus it was incredibly unlikely that he'd be asked to help in a situation that would cause him any emotional injury. Skæ nodded. "These are good terms and I accept them. As of yet I do not have a home base but I do wander the Tall Grass Plains of the South and the Sunset Falls and various terras of the East. You can search for me there if you wish to redeem the favor."
The great cat moved smoothly to sit, tail wrapping around his paws as he waited for the wolf to begin the process of fixing up his eye. He would await instruction, rather uncertain what he should expect.
"Speech"
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