Midnight report

She could tell simply by the look on his face and the carefully posed question that he had noticed her discomfort. The failed fight in the raid had re-injured her snapped limb. The awkward way of walking had irritated her stiff, arthritic shoulder. What she wouldn't give to be a few years younger just she she didn't have to feel her body letting her down.

To answer his question, she simply replied, "Slow." Then the big woman gave a shrug. "Quiet. Nothing is amiss. No sign of the rogue dogs that have visited a few times either." The pack of dogs had been frequenting the area despite having had their numbers dropped more than once. Thankfully, the last battle with them seemed to have scared them off finally.

Call it intuition, but it seemed as though there was something on the man's mind. Arching the brow above her missing eye, Resin folded her haunches to sit, inviting him to do the same. Perhaps he would take the hint and speak.