Re: Episode 7-1: Street Dreams
Sky Dog grinned. "It is very different, to be a guardian of deer than a keeper of sheeps," he agreed, then bared his teeth a little at the sting of salt on his sliced flesh. "Hssht...ah? There is a problem, then: before, the...thing, it has killed the brother of a man whose want is to hunt the niigers. It is my fear that while he is angry, and this-" he gestured at the fireworks, then leant back to rummage further. "-shooting is making a great sound hard to hear, he may do violence, in this area."
Sky Dog paused and looked at the priest, somewhere between confused and amused. "What will you?" he asked, though willing enough to show the wound, his white calf blood-slick but nigh-hairless as a boy's.
"It is a thin cut, and did not hit a sinew - when it is tied, it will very fast heal to itself. This," he indicated his side, beckoning the Father around to see how movement had left a clumsy, angled gash. "-I am less sure of."
"Friends, yes," the shaman agreed after a little thought. "-but also the killing-thing might go there...if it does hunt me, for knowing a shamán might end him, I should go out of the settlement, maybe? It is less risk, maybe that it should attack another or leap from behind buildings."
*Hhhuf* Igor added, head up and nostrils flared.