He was looking down at this shoulder, and among the dark black and tan hairs he could see the split and a touch of bleeding. It was not that bad in the grand scheme of things but he not particularly happy about it either. He knew he would have to venture to a source of water to cleanse it now, instead of chomping down on a juicy goat right about now. His golden eyes diverted as he lifted himself from his seated position. His ears swiveled upward, pupils growing wide as he wondered if the goat had come back in a moment of panic.

He had wound up slightly in case he needed to attack, but instead was not greeted with the face of a goat. Instead, a white fem touched with other colors peered down at him with her violet eyes. He lowered the tension in his form, now simply...embarrassed at his failure, but perhaps she did not even know what he was trying to do.

He gave a simple smile, golden orbs flicked with brown peering back to his shoulder. He attempted to get a better look at it, but it was hard to completely see properly at this angle. He shrugged, face wincing slightly as he irritated the cut more with his movements. He was not used to this more rocky world. It was certainly more dangerous, and he was beginning to wonder if he should have chosen another home that suits his expertise better. But he wanted a bit more of a challenge, and he never knew what other wolves might be lingering with more ill intent. He had some bad experiences growing up away from Moladion, and Spirane seemed like a relatively safe place. He did not want to risk trying another place out- he was surprised in himself and his ability to trust the Queen of Spirane so quickly.

"Oh, I think it will be fine," he said with a slight accent, looking back up to the girl on the rocks above. "You know where the closet stream is? I better clean it up," he inquired. He looked back at his shoulder a moment while he awaited her instructions, although he did wonder if the prey had passed her by. "Don't suppose you tripped up that goat, eh?" he asked, a hopeful yet playful look on his face. He knew the goat was gone- but there was always a chance the injured creature was taken care of by someone else.