not my circus not my monkeys

I doubt she has many friends, if any at all. His words echoed in her head while she smiled weakly as he caught her up to the recent goings on. "That wound looks nasty, but well on its way to being a scar. Your healers are talented," she said, peering down her nose at the wound. It looked like a puncture - too large to be a tooth. She knew the pirates carried knives but she'd never faced a wolf directly who wielded weapons like that. Armor, sure - and most armor had its own spikey and threatening bits - but nothing like a blade. When he mentioned Sparrow had taken her time to come fetch Artisan, she tilted her head to the side curiously. She hadn't mentioned that, but she must not have considered it something worth telling. There must have been some other circumstance she was unaware of - right?

There was more to Sparrow than met the eye, though. Of that she was sure. "I appreciate your concern," she said earnestly. He was a kind male and he seemed to rule the Hallows justly; from what she could tell, he wore his heart openly. She liked wolves like that. "Thank you for debriefing me. While I'm on the continent, any other news to share? The school is up and running and still looking for students or teachers, if you have anyone in mind."