Who: Dagmar, Kajsa, Oz and Slipper (NPC)
Where: River outside --> Niemi house
When: Directly after
thisOz knew that he was healing well, he was a were of course he was, but that did not mean that it hurt any less. The last thing that he wanted to do was go home and have someone see. With a family as big as his the chances of the house being empty were slim to none and
all of them would be way too happy to rat him out to their mother for getting into a fight. Last thing he needed on top of his lovely meeting with Dagmar's big brother was to have his ear chewed off by his mother before she tried to make him apologize. Because the Niemi's were friends of the family and if he could get along with one of them then he should be able to get along with all of them.
Not the one who uses blood to do god knows what to me.So he remained curled up on the bank in his otter form, licking at his wounds - literally - and hoping that Leif and his damned bird would not come back because he did not want to deal with them again. Next time he might do more than hit him in his pale, pointed face and just deal with the consequenes. Provided the bird did not literally rip him a new one. Why did he have to be part of a tribe where headdresses were
not the in thing? Seriously, no fair.