The Pack's Nemesis
a warrior says to me.
I give him my best fake smile. “Why don’t you pull up your shirt so we can see your stomach and let’s talk about it,” I say, watching the smirk fall off his face. “Or you,” I say pointing to another warrior, “take off your pants and let’s look at that leg. Or you, let’s see your shoulder, or you,” I say, pointing to the warrior who has multiple wounds, some of them infected. “Take your pick, you have three, back, arm, and thigh. Anyone else want to question my nose?”