Little Medics [Pup Healing Lesson]

Cairo had been probing into a mole hill, digging energetically for China when he heard the low call for his littermates, him included. His earth dusted head popped free of the sizable hole he’d made, chocolate and dark chocolate splotched frame thoroughly doused in mud.

He was swift in wheeling on his hind paws, stumbling over one foot and staggering into a lope toward the call. It had come from the standing stones, he was sure of it. It was a twisting winding trail he had to follow and he used it as further practice in taking sharp turns at speed, tail whipping for balance as his claws dug into the turf.

He skidded to a stop in front of the white wolf, taking in the black tears and then the two creatures that sat at either side of the male with a small amount of alarm. He was aware of the practice of having companions—Princess, his mother’s cat, was like a sister or a grumpy baby-sitter to him, but she was a cat.

Finally, his eyes dropped to their nimble-fingered hands. Now those looked useful. His gaze tore away to meet Paladin’s as he moved to sit in front of the male, a little pleased with himself for being the first to arrive. A look at the herbs told him that this was to be a lesson in medicines, and he felt a thrill for his more healing-inclined siblings. They were going to love this.

Suddenly, he remembered his manners and dipped his head quickly, almost ducking as he ventured, “Hello, I’m Cairo Adravendi. It’s nice to meet you.”