Odysseus groaned when you started to clean the wound on his leg. He tried to hide his pain as much as possible, but the wound itself was painful enough, and even the slightest touch at it made him flinch.

The wound was deep, and it would most definitely leave a scar when it's healed. He didn't mind, though, it wasn't like a scar would bother him much.

On the other hand, he felt troubled, after the accident with the boar. He was proud of himself for managing to kill it, even though the animal did manage to get a hit at him, resulting in the wound on his leg. But after the fight, he felt like he was... Being watched. Odysseus was always a perceptive one, and he noticed the white owl following him around. At first he didn't think it was anything out of ordinary, but when he got a glance at the owl's eyes, he was convinced it was something... Divine.

The owl had those piercing gray, almost silver eyes that radiated knowledge, wisdom and intelligence, and the boy simply couldn't believe that eyes like this could belong to a mere animal.