Ezra grunts at the man's first short sentence. His shoulders doing a bit of a roll as he lifted on his front toes to give a sort of 'shrug'. Best a wolf could, at least.

So his story was a bit better then 'I got fucked up by my own home mountain'. He had been in a fight. Well, probably not much of one, given his age at the time against a full grown adult.

That sucks. He parrot back. Ezra didnt ask, but assumed the man was a basterd child. Maybe a woman scorned from a cheated mate. Freya had promised to kill all Ragnar's latest litter not by her, too. Whatever happen to Frode anyway? Maybe she did end up getting one of them.

You know much about herbs then, for the pain? Ezra didn't like asking for help, but his addiction for things that would just make everything go away drove him. He didnt know the plants down here like he did in the tundra.