Healers Promise

At last they had gotten away from that tense gathering, at least far enough that the cranky older wolves were not glaring directly upon them. What a bunch of uptight jerks. Xephyris had only come to the west because this was where Sin had chosen to settle his pack. Personally, he had no knowledge of any loners residing permanently here, but even if he had, it wouldn't have made a difference. He'd have gone anywhere the pack went, and if they were strong enough to take territory, then so be it. There was a reason why living in a group had its benefits. Living the lone life, a wolf or two could not reasonably expect to hold down a territory, and there certainly wasn't anything they could do about it if a pack decided to settle. It was just the way it was. Strength in numbers.

Gathering close around the wolves he knew, he waited for the healer to work his magic. Or at least do the best he could. He didn't want to admit that he needed fixing up, but the lacerations on his muzzle were quite deep and beginning to get sore as they scabbed over. It would do him good to heal up quickly and gain back his strength.