Shadowwyn Moor that blackness called night

sorry for the late reply @Citali

A smile spread across Raziel's usually stoic countenance when Citali unexpectedly grinned when he complimented her. He noted that her voice was no longer as harsh and cold as it had been before, his compliments must have pleased her. She must be one of those wolves who practically lived on being praised by others, it wasn't bad but it wasn't good either. At least she had a right to being this way; her knowledge of healing was really extensive, whoever who had her in a pack should be glad.


When she asked him what type of wounds he wanted to use goldenrod for, he just managed to keep himself from shrugging, knowing that she probably wouldn't appreciate that. Instead, he shifted his weight between his paws. "Serious types," he replied with a birdlike cant of his head, eyes drifting to take in his surroundings for a brief moment before they alighted on the brown furred she-wolf once more. Soon, he would have to go home, but he supposed talking with an experienced healer couldn't hurt.