Horen nodded slowly and tried to sit up, but was too weak. In the last two weeks he had lost most of his muscle mass. The sickness he supposed. He knew he was far gone, and he expected to he turned out as soon as they reached another port. After all, who would care for a sick wolf? Not many, he knew. Most he had met would rather kill him than help him. Many had tried. But his skill with a sword and shield had saved his hide many times.