Stand strong

His only good eye fallowed as she showed him one of the marks she had made and he nodded his head in quiet understanding. These were the marks to look for, the marks that would guide them out of this place. They began their trip to exit the caves and he noticed how she lingered close, the warmth radiating from her felt even more relieving to the older man. He was glad that he had come across a kind wolf. She explained the reason she had come down in the caves and he discovered that she was a healer. He hadn’t been around to many healers in his life, at least not close enough to know what all they truly did. Heck he wouldn’t be wondering out in this cold for some plants!

“I didn’t realize healers looked for herbs year round,” he stated looking to the young girl.

She didn’t smell of other wolves so she must be a loner. It made his heart ache, to be that young and alone. It reminded him of the emotions he went through when his first pack was destroyed and he was all alone. All though things were a lot more tragic, but the loneliness is what hurt the most. Her warm smile was contagious and he couldn’t help but smile in return as she introduced herself.

“Inverno, but call me Vern for short,” he replied.