10-10-2011, 05:59 PM
He stood up, letting go of her. As promised, a handprint of blood on her face and snout was left, as well as the numerous drips of blood. "If you attack me, you will die." He turned to pull the bone spear's head from the tree, flipping the shortened handle in his hand. He bent down to pick up the trinkets that had scattered on the floor. "You owe me a new spear." He looked at her critically, eyeing her wounds before reaching behind a bush for his bag. Pulling out a small bag of herbs he took out a powder and sprinkled it on his bite. He passed it to her. "Here."
Carrion was still panting from the exertion of the fight, and the bone spearhead was gripped tightly in one paw. He still didn't trust her, but he was enough of a gentleman to assume she really did make a mistake in attacking her. She had- the numerous bruises and wounds that covered both their bodies testified to that fact.
Carrion was still panting from the exertion of the fight, and the bone spearhead was gripped tightly in one paw. He still didn't trust her, but he was enough of a gentleman to assume she really did make a mistake in attacking her. She had- the numerous bruises and wounds that covered both their bodies testified to that fact.