Repairs

The Warlord’s opinion of the man only grew as he saw the true adoration in the others' faces as he watched the boys. This younger wolf clearly loved his son. The Warlord grinned, a hint of humour peeking through the corners as he looked at Vidarr. “A list is a good idea, I can pass it on to my healers. I fear it’ll be mostly gibberish to me” he admitted. His talents had never lain in healing - other than the occasional bandage to stop a wolf bleeding out.

He pushed back the little hint of sadness that always appeared in moments like these. The mother of his children was gone. But he was hardly about to get into that with Vidarr. “I see.” Sirius said thoughtfully, his voice also growing a little serious. “I can not promise anything, but I’d be more than happy to set up a consult with my lead healer”


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