Fight for it

There was something calming about the other wolf’s presence; it put him at ease despite the throbbing that pulsed throughout his body. For a moment, Sandor wondered if the cat was really worth this agony…one glance at the feral cat was all he need. It was definitely worth it. A proud smile pulled at his lips momentarily, before fading to a frown as he watched the wolf grab some yellow flowers, announcing that he was a Lirim healer. Sandor eyed the wolf warily, “what do they do?” He asked as the wolf began to apply them to his wounds. Sandor did his best to hold still, only flinching a couple times when the healer hit a particularly tender spot. “I want to be a healer some day.” He said, trying to take his mind off the pain as well as to give a reason for the other wolf to share his knowledge. Sandor had been injured before, though not as badly, a few good licks and some moss usually did the trick…or if that was unavailable spider webs.


"speak."