Fountain of Youth

At his next question, Rhazien rumbled out a gruff sound of agreement. The journey had been quite long- they’d traveled across an entire continent in the span of a few days - and he wasn’t the youngest wolf in their pack either. He was sore more than anything- and it was a sign that he needed to strengthen his endurance in the upcoming weeks. He was silent as Caedes palpated muscles and joints, nothing feeling abnormally tender or inflamed. His expression also remained flat- not stoic, but not as inquisitive as before the examination.

In conclusion, he was in good health- not that he expected anything less, but it was comforting to hear, coming from an experienced physician. Caedes prescribed him a tincture- a mix of herbs he faintly recognized, but their purpose was lost to him until Caedes explained it. Nodding in agreement, his lips pulled back into a smile again- a sentiment, that he was pleased with the outcome of this encounter. “Thank you Caedes.” He says, genuine in his thanks.

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"Rhazien Saxe"