Greatwater Lake What is a weekend?

Rakharo only observed as the Koalakeesi examined Kivi. Rakharo had no healer abilities, he would never be a herbalist, and any other method of healing was too close to magic to be safe. The pack needed Kivi back, she was one of the strong. But when she did, if she did, she would have a great deal to explain to Rakharo and a lot of fork to redeem herself. Pissing off packs, without the Khal's conscent was not just anything. It was a big deal.

Tomahawk explained how she was told to, and Rakharo just listened to their conversation, trying to understand what they were saying. He got most of it, though some words were still unknown to him, making his understanding limited.

The Koalakeesi asked more questions, and Tomahawk was quick te answer. "It's been over a full moon cycle, I think." she simply said. Rakharo knew it was a long time to be unconscious, but they had managed to keep her breating and fed. They refused to let her go.

But when the Koalakeesi asked yet another question, Tomahawk's muscles tensed, and she turned to look at Rakharo questioningly. What Citali had suggested sounded more like Witch Bussiness than healing, and Rakharo was a supersticious wolf.

"No magic." he growled, making things clear. He would not profane the sanctuary he had in Hoshor Plains with Blood Magic. That was a no go, definitely.