Larksong Grotto and the snakes start to sing

He slowed for her-waiting for them to fall into step before moving on further- and a smiled spread across her maw. He was so kind to her, and also quick to answer her question. With the answer, however, brought another, one that quickened her heart and brought her ears down. 
                  "Harm, my Priest? Has someone given you reason to believe that the Grotto wolves are in danger?"
Of course, the threat of the Heartless and his heathens always lingered-but when she noticed the wound on his hind leg, she knew something must have happened. Sigil forgotten, spectral eyes widening, Nova questioned the leg directly. Healing was something she knew and did well, and never would she hold back an offer to help someone dear to her heart.
                                    "Phares, your leg-what has happened? Do you wish me to look at it, tend it?"