LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
As Lyndvarr shoved into the boy he managed to knock the youth over and in that moment the fight was won. Lynd let his opponent go and grinned triumphantly. That was a good match! Licking the blood from his teeth as well as some of the fur he nodded to the young man. "Yes, you fought well! You should be proud. I apologize for the confusion earlier. I forget the wolves here speak a different tongue." His eyes ran over the other man's body, taking note of the injuries. "I happen to be a healer as well as a fighter. If you'd permit me I can tend to your wounds. My name is Lyndvarr Finnvi by the way."
