Terraclan of the Dusted Quarry

Scarflame was listening silently. He then closed his eyes and nodded, "It would be great to go on a patrol again. May I come along?" He opened his eyes and turned to Tigerwrath, tilting his head a tad bit to the side. A patrol would be great! Finally actually exercising without the fear of getting caught. Over the last moon, his shoulder didn't get any better. It still bled and was still seemingly fresh. It was starting to get to the large tomcat, and sometimes he would lash out.