Check up? No. Check down

The pup had stumbled upon his grandpa early in the day, and the old wolf had tickled his belly, tested his hunting stances, and then sent him on with strict instructions to find the newest healer. Apparently she was to give him a check over, and ensure he was getting enough protein on his quickly growing bones, and ect, ect, ect. He’d stopped retaining the information after the first few words.

The boy trotted along to the Northern section of the territories. Looking for the place his grandpa had said this new healer had started her gardens. He walked, nose to the air, until his paw hit a wire, and with a yelp of surprise, he face planted directly into her newly turned gardens.


"Speech"