Skælingr did not look away from the wolf as the other approached and began to examine him. Every so often one of his spotted ears would twist behind him, searching for any sounds as to the monkey's position. He wasn't fond of the idea of anything sailing at his head, especially while his back was turned. He took a deep breath as Odysseus asked him to try and open his eye. Skæ hissed in pain but could not get his eye to open. Too much gunk and blood and dried over the lids, practically gluing them shut. "Alas, I cannot."
Skæ nodded as the wolf left, aware that this could be a ploy to just walk away and leave him sitting there like an idiot. However, if that happened he suppose it was no real loss. He would be neither worse nor better off for it and it might give him an excuse to hunt the other down for a violent game of cat and mouse. The wolf was good on his word however as he came back with a clump of moss.
The tiger would nod and hold still so Odysseus could clean the wound. He shifted, slightly uncomfortable at the thought of letting the other man get so close to him but it was his own dam fault. Skælingr had been foolish and naive and now he was going to pay a price for it.
