Crucifix would remain silent and hang back, he was too sick and dizzy to get his mind in order well enough to put together any suggestions of his own. Besides, his knowledge of herbs was rudimentary at best and clearly there where healers here who quickly exceeded him. So he was silent, and listened, and noticed the few glances that went his way. He was a sorry sight he knew, but it was winter and he was sick, he was sure a real bath would kill chill him to the bones and kill him, and his own Silvia was to dry and parched to clean himself ? if he could even muster up the energy.
At last as he listened to the wolves he could see where his own use would come in. The healer, orchid would speak a few words and cast a glance his way and with a sigh he would muster the energy to step forward. ?Why not, take a few random guesses and gunine-pig me? he said with a dry laugh, but his smile was gunine ? he could feel the anxiety of the healers, the need to find the answer before they lost any wolves. Like himself, or their queen Des. He was however slightly surprised with the speed the healer moved things along with his consent. She dashed to her den and returned a moment later with her herbs. She then stepped before him and offered them to him one at a time. He grimaced and swallowed down the herbs. And closed his eyes with a sigh. He was sure their wouldn't be a reaction immediately, but nonetheless eh reached inside of himself, ready to tell the healer anything about any changed that might happen.
