Making an entrance

“Yes Ma'am” He agreed with a sheepish smile as she examined the injury. “There's just something irresistible about sharp, shiny sticks” his voice was teasing, despite the fact he hadn’t met this wolf before. Her lightly lecturing tone and gentle but sure movements as she examined his paw told him she was likely a seasoned healer. No doubt she had scolded her fair share of impulsive males - he was just beating her to the punch.

It wasn’t long before he had a name to the face - Gwynevere - and further information about her. His brow twitched as she named Artorias as her brother. That meant she was royalty within this pack. Related to the monarchy by blood. “Does he -ah-” He paused to wince as she dabbed some new ointment on the wound “-Often bring home strays?” he finished. Glancing up at the Lady Gwynevere.

"Speech"