He did not like to judge without proof, and so was uneasy with the situation he was currently forced to face. He received an explanation of sorts, but how could he trust the words that the other spoke? It would be word against word. The Dahlian supposed he just had to have faith. They had both evaded death today, and there was no desire to continue any form of hostility. This voice was softer than the giant’s, and it was easy to make himself believe in that explanation. What was done was done and that was it. Giving a weary sigh, the pack wolf let the hand wielding the short blade drop, dropping his hostile pose just like that. ”I’m not your enemy today.”
A medic’s eyes were on the other canine now, and he saw a lot of crimson. ”You should sit down,” he suggested, doing his best to let his face adopt tranquillity once again. There was no urgency in the scene anymore, but the gash running across the man’s chest was worrying, though he knew that the vivid colour could easily make the bleeding look worse than it actually was. Turning to his bag, the wolf started to rummage through its contents, taking a step toward the dead and the living as he sought for the anti-bacterial fluid and clean cloth. ”Would you mind if I took a look at your wounds, soldier?”