Shadowwyn Moor that blackness called night

Raziel cocked his head and gazed at Citali calmly as she talked about Goldenrod, saying it was best reserved for extreme cases only as it was very easy for wolves to develop allergies towards it. If someone used it too often then they would be fighting off an allergic reaction along with whatever he was treating in first place. She talked about some uses for Goldenrod and which was the best way to use it, damn, she was hella smart. And a good teacher despite her coarse speech, she reminded him of his first love.

Angrily, the Roman shoved away those thoughts and turned his attention back to the brown wolf. "You know a lot," he said quietly. "You must be experienced in this field." He did not answer her questions for a moment, shaking away all the bad memories that suddenly kept flooding into his head. Of all times.....the Fates were really enjoying playing with him weren't they? Oh...they loved playing with all the death angels didn't they?

"Wounds," he replied.