Check up? No. Check down

“Whaddya gonna be harvesting?” he asked, still having barely a rudimentary understanding of what healers did. He was curious. Fascinated, even. Halo was small for an Armada wolf, and she had an easy smile, and answered all his questions without a single shred of annoyance. Honestly, he was already a little infatuated with her. She had patience for him.

He shook his head at her question, glancing at his spurs. They were so normal to him, that he didn’t get her fascination with them. “I’ve poked my siblings with them a few times, but that's a bonus not a problem” he offered her a cheeky smile. At her request, he nodded sharply. “I promise” he agreed easily.

He watched her curiously as she darted off back into her den, returning with a bit of thin rope in her paws. He followed her movements with his head and eyes, likely, but unknowingly, causing her some trouble trying to wrap it about his head when she wanted to. “I can answer questions! I know lots of stuff” he promised her.

"Basilisk Fatalis"