I’m not cut out for this

Oleander flicked his ear as he heard the call from the border and forgot that his patient, of all wolves, would typically answer the call.

He shot Bas a toxic look as he moved but was chastised by the Warlord before he could say anything.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, grumbling to himself about wandering patients and wondering if his mom ever had to nail Sirius to the floor to get him to rest.

He dutifully followed Basilisk with his medical kit in his teeth as they approached the newcomer.

The white yearling had his work cut out for him.