the leaves changing in the fall

The Warlord nodded his head in understanding. He didn’t have the perfect eye to distinguish between herbs and weeds, and he didn’t trust himself to trim back the plants without destroying them. But he could loosen the tough weeds when she indicated, and carry the muck to the pile.

“That’s good to hear, the pack could always do with more fighters and healers” He said agreeably. They were only small at this stage, but one day they could likely be prominent members of the pack. Children of his oldest, and his lead healer. They would likely go far. “Hazel is keeping her eye on those that want to be mentors, and I’ll happily take them out for lessons myself, of course” He would ensure that they were given every resource he could.


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