Kate listened to him and nods, "Yes, to fight for sport or for mating is not right. If provoked by bandits or attacked by Orcs, Trolls and Red Dragons, you may fight. Winter is upon us and soon the passes will be closed by snow. We are protected here. Kate sensed he was reaching toward something unseen or unheard. She was pure of heart something drew her to look out the window. There is was a wolf in spirit form. Kate had only heard of these in stories and myths. Could it be real? She turned to Skye and smiled at him as he sipped the soup.<br/><br/>"You are shadowed by a lovely spirit wolf. What is her name?  She will be welcomed and my stay at your side." Kate waited for him to finish eating. She set the bowl back in the basket and took out two peach muffins and gave him one. "Lay on your stomach. I need to see your back. You want something to bite on?"<br/><br/>Kate took out a cloth and vile of clear liquid. She opened the vile and let Skye smell it. It was filled with essence of sage, oils and essence from the poppy. "This will bring you some relief. I will be gentle as possible. I know your back has deep wounds and is raw. I am sorry to hurt you.  I am not a master mage yet. I will heal you a bit with mana before I pour this on your back. When we get home you will get a hot meal and be in a warm bed."<br/><br/>Kate winced and took a deep breath. She was seething inside for Malora hurting him like this. "I hate her Skye. No one deserves to be beaten like this."