A chance encounter

She gave a cautious shrug. Healing was voodoo to her, and all she knew was he did weird things with herbs. But the Warlord, and Oleander himself, seemed to think it was possible. She shifted her weight, unhappy with the weight of expectation, emotions, and overall worry that they both were experiencing.

“I… should.” she agreed, Oleander was no doubt sitting at his desk, waiting for these herbs to study. There was a countdown over this pack. How many would get sick? Would there still be enough wolves to hunt, fight, and patrol? To keep the pack running? Not questions she had ever cared about before. A flicker of something crossed her feature. Worry, perhaps. “Stay strong, Wilder. Someones gotta teach me to fight when all this is over.” a flicker of a smile, as if that was all she cared about.


"Wilder & Vesper"