Check up? No. Check down

He considered that for a very long moment, a thoughtful expression on his maw. “Okay.” he said at last “I could help you, next time you need to do tilling” he offered. Turning grass sounded like an easy enough job, and his Grandfather was always telling him how he should be working alongside the wolves of the pack so he could learn.

He thought of flowers in the same color as Callie and grinned. They would need to be able to glow, like his sister did when he embarrassed her. Then the healer seemed to be surprised by something, and he looked over at her. What was what? He wondered “My knees?” he asked in some confusion, twisting to see what she was looking at. “The spurs? Dad has them, too” he said. Had she never seen spurs before? But they were so commonplace. His dad had them, he had them, Callie had them but different. That meant they were normal, right?


"Basilisk Fatalis"