the holy ground burns my feet

All thanks to an over-zealous Fox Incubus found himself slithering through the pack lands to find a healer. With each small movement of his tail a twinge of pain moved through him. It was just a sprain, but the pain was enough for him to be rather agitated. The tail was incredibly important to a Wolf. It provided balance and moved involuntarily through emotion and instinct. Thus, he was in constant pain and was trying to best to not move it as much as possible.

Incubus didn't want such a trival injury to stop his momentum. He had just reconnected with his family via joining the Empire once again and was seeking to at least get bumped up to a slightly more involved rank. A soldier or scout. Whatever Venom desired more of, really. - Some herbs to help with the pain would really help him.

After finding a nice clearing the male decided to lift his head to the sky and call upon the packs' healer. He didn't feel comfortable going seeking anyone out just yet. He thought they should meet in open grounds before all that.