Fight club was good. Dorian hadn't come - work, maybe, or he just hadn't been feeling in the mood for it. Bull hadn't pressed and had promised he'd be home before it got too late.

Dorian had seen him through a few fight clubs now, but none of them had ever been like this one. At some point toward the end of the evening, Dorian had gotten a picture on his phone: a selfie of Bull and Krem with a giant carcass in the background. Bull's eyepatch was long gone and the pair of them had been a bloody mess.

Not terribly long after that, Bull arrived back to his apartment. Even if Dorian's was very nice, it was more practical for them to sleep in his: Bull's bed was bigger and more sturdy.

He looked like he'd come out of a fight in Thedas, scored with fresh lacerations and incisions, bruises blossoming across his gray skin. He'd cleaned off the worst of the blood - especially the wyvern blood - before leaving the fairgrounds. Thankfully there had been a working hose there.

Bull normally didn't pay much mind when one of his boys bitched about one of the others. It happened. They all spent a lot of time together, everyone had annoying habits, and slogging through trees that had been possessed by demons had apparently put Krem over the edge. He couldn't blame the guy: this felt like one of those missions that would be funny several months from now, all nut and wood jokes, but actually fighting demon trees (sylphs; whatever) was not that much fun.

It didn't help that the squirrels had been particularly vicious; he knew Krem hated rodents.

By the time it was done with, camp set and everyone settled, things were quiet. Except for the fact that every single one of the the core members of the Chargers had found him at some point or another to say something about Krem. Bull had noticed: more insubordination than usual, generally curt or outright hostile to everyone that crossed his path.

He'd been ready to brush it off, to tell everyone to just give Krem space, until the Vint snapped something nasty at Dalish.

"Krem!" he roared to end the argument before it went too far. "Come to my tent before you turn in." He fixed Krem a look, then lumbered away from the fire.