Healer's Rest [Healer's Raid Camp]

The tents were up, staked against the wind, and tucked against the wall for an extra buffer against the weather. Furs were laid within each tent, with supplies for healing and a fire guttered in the hide, ready to heat water. Fires were commonly used near the passages these days, anyways, as a spot to warm up during sentry and patrol duty.

Paladin sat quietly in the doorway of the tent nearest to the passage, ears perked and listening, eyes searching the whiteout toward Aerie’s lands across the freeland strip.

He was old enough now that nerves weren’t a major part of his emotions. Mostly he tried to remind himself that this wasn’t an earnest fight, at least not on Valhalla’s side. He wasn’t certain if Eligos would have told his pack that this was a training exercise for both packs.

Memories of the horrific injuries wrought by Talis were hard to shake, however, and soon he busied himself with tidying the herbs in the tent, though one ear was canted eastward as he worked.