No rest for the wicked

The Warlord gave a sort of thoughtful grunt at her question, not replying immediately as he crouched down before her. He was not a healer, and if her wound had needed stitches or salves, she would have been on her own. But he was no stranger to blood, and the small prick of the clean knife was an easy thing to deal with. He bound it tightly, tying the knot with the help of his teeth. “Take it off in a few hours, and the bleeding should have clotted” he told her, leaning back to give them both some amount of space.

“Your fighting style shows promise, and you're flexible with your attacks - not afraid to change targets if your attacks are foiled. I would advise you to go for multiple attacks at once. It’s habitual for a wolf to think only of their teeth, but that’s not all you have available to you. Compromise your opponents balance, or distract them. Go for behind the knee, it's a vulnerable point, or the spaces between your opponents toes.” He advised her after a few moments thought. “If you have a mind to kit yourself out for fighting, there is a marketplace in my pack which is just beyond this territory. If you have anything to trade, we could make you armour or weapons to order.”


"Sirius Fatalis"