It's About Thyme! [Healing Lesson]

He’d nosed a last sprig of Rosemary into place in the Alcove he’d chosen in the family caves when the distant echoes of the howl reached his ears. Paladin turned, glancing regretfully toward the passage that led into the deeper systems in the hill. He knew his mother wouldn’t be coming. Kavamaya was with her, and they would enact their plan when Spring had fully taken hold and the sun was warm. He wasn’t sure if it would work, and if it did… how would his mother react when she learned Creed had been murdered? He, himself, wasn’t even sure how to feel, other than grief.

He sighed and turned to lope out of the ravine, picking up his speed and ghosting toward the call. He slowed as he crossed into the moor and came to the small group of wolves. He knew Exodus and Acapella, and he recognized Solveiga, though they hadn’t had any personal interactions. He nodded to Regulus, noting the way his distant cousin sat close to the tiny healer, and he smiled.

Grieving though his was inside, the signs that his Cousin had found love made him happy, and he hoped there’d be pups from them, soon. He padded to settle on Exodus’ other side, nodding to Domari with some curiosity, before he introduced himself at large. “I’m Paladin Ancora, a Cleric of the Pack.”

He was, perhaps, one of the few wolves that had gained his rank without really having to be tested for it. His credentials lay between his brow points in the form of the single vertical red scar that had finally grown the fur back in the color it had been dyed. Both for fighting and for healing. Nomads were well known among Regulus’ family for their elite skill at healing and defensive fighting.