Boarhide drops the False Wolves in a pile in the corner, and shakes, canine-like, to rid himself of the rain. He then takes the proferred chair, leaving the one closest to the fire for Tullia and waits.
Borahide seldom talked at these meetings. Whether it was picking up a new quarry or turning one in. Tullia was the better speaker, this was her job after all. He was just there to help her, protect her. But still he listened intently. He knew that this time, he may have to speak also. After all, it was due to his carelessness that Tullia was hurt, and she wouldn't be able to fill in all the story, outhside of what he told her. But then he had told her all he had done, so perhaps she could tell the whole story. In the meantime he watches the constables. He did not yet trust all these village warriors. How long ago had he been accused? Not so long he had forgotten their prison.