Make a man out of you

It had been a few weeks since Alaric's battle with Atreyu, which ended in his victory and the promise to help the young she wolf grow in her knowledge of fighting. The cuts on his legs and other wounds were healing nicely. He kept them clean and free from debris. That's all he knew how to do besides not over strain himself. He was no healer after all and had little to no medical knowledge. Maul's gash on his face was healing well too, scabbing over. Alaric wondered if he would leave a scar. It was too early in the being process to really tell. Alaric let out a summoning call for Atreyu. To let her know he was ready to train when she was. He sat down on his hind and waited patiently, his ears alert for any changes in his immediate surroundings.