Cricket Creek Bog west coast blues

his head swiveled his head from one wolf to the other as they closed in on him. it was a cause for concern; two strangers surrounding him. if they meant harm, he would surely perish but they looked more concerned then hostile. when the darker one mentioned she was a healer it took some of the edge off him.

he looked at the herbs and back at her. they could’ve been for some else, he would feel bad if that were the case. but then again, he was kinda desperate. there was no healer in their party. “if you’d like,” he muttered, “i’d appreciate it.”