there's been some kind of mistake

Well, of all the things to have been causing him headaches and to have put him out of commission in the raid, he would not have expected what it had turned out to be. Sharp, hard growths had torn through the skin of his brow and were now, twisting as they grew in an arch back above his head, two inch long horns-to-be. They were still growing, they still hurt, his head still ached, his body still ached. But he had his eyesight, so things could be worse. The witch had not lied to him - she had said her sorcery would require an unknown sacrifice for what he gained. He just couldn't quite decide whether the pain was the sacrifice, or the horns themselves. The bases where they had torn flesh so violently with their initial eruption were still plastered in some form of... plant-matter-based concoction or other, but despite the awkwardness of having what amounted baby horns sticking out of his head he was capable of patrolling, so he was doing so rather than sitting around "resting" and "healing", of which his body could just go right on healing while he got things done. He paused to lift his nose to the wind and was chagrined and more than a little annoyed that with the proximity to his nose, the herbal matter on his face was making it harder to sift out scents. It didn't mask them, not completely, but it did make it slower and more difficult to sort them all and classify them. As he approached closer and closer to the border with Valhalla it would matter a little less, as they had that pack as a buffer to that side, but Eligos was too cautious to rely on Valhalla's continued good will. Even if Aurielle herself didn't turn devious, it would only take a moment for leadership to change paw by gift or by force, and a new leader might well seek to test Aerie in a less friendly manner. He snorted out the astringent scent of plant plaster and drew in another breath, seeking for scents that didn't belong.