A healer and their alpha

He strolled beside the Warlord, listening intently.

His paws slowed to a stop as Bas mentioned the wolf he had given the contraceptives to. His deep green eyes flickered back and forth between Basilisks as he processed the information, and what the information meant. He hadn't seen Hazel in a while either. What the Warlord did with his love life was none of his business, but it was only recently did he come to know what the word fuck even was. Was Bas using Ignita like Vesper had been used? It turned his stomach at the thought.

Nothing like diving into the deep end of the pool, that's for sure. He'd rather be fighting polar bears. He took in a breath as his gaze centered on the terrain between them, and slowly blew through his mouth, just like his mama showed him. He shook out his fur for a moment and stepped back into the conversation.

"Hm, does she have any allergy to carrots of some kind? How soon did you give the tea to her?" He asked, breezing through the identity of the wolf in question.

"Speech"