Lets be friends.

The Warlord was drifting in and out of sleep. Trying to get his strength back, and it was easier to sleep then to fight the healers trying to get out of bed. He was covered in stitches and wrappings. His pads were burnt, and the one that Art had skewered like he was at a barbeque would take a while to heal. The cuts, in out, in out, were deep, but not very wide. Many, tight little stitches littered his body.

He was resting his eyes when the door creaked open, and a wolf walked in unannounced. He must have dropped off at some point, and Tam must have ducked out for a water break. It was just him, and the stranger.

The unannounced strange wolf with an oversized thing on his head. And, worse than the oversized hat, was the gaping grin. Oh dear lord, what torment had they unleashed on the Warlord now?

Groggily, he pressed a paw to his pounding heat, and tried to sit up. “Who the heck are you?” he asked. He didn’t look like any of the healers that had tended to him, but then, he had been mostly out of it by then.

"Speech"