Moonspear let it be

Thank you for the thread <3 (and for saving Atreyu, haha)

Harlyn's kindness would be remembered, despite his current, barely-functioning state. Why she decided to help him, Atreyu had no idea. She could be a lone wolf — a selfless, wandering healer? Or was she out looking for potential members for whatever pack she was a part of? He didn't think he would make the greatest of candidates. Whatever her reason, Atreyu was glad she of all wolves had came across him. The vast majority would likely look the other way, maybe give him a sympathetic look, or even offer to put him out of his misery.

The touch of her muzzle to his head caused his tail to wag ever so slightly, blood rushing to his cheeks. He nodded once again to her words and watched her go, shifting to settle into a more comfortable position. Sleep sounded good. His leg throbbed, though, the herbs having yet to kick in, so Atreyu tenderly draped his head upon it with a soft whine as if that would ease it some. When Harlyn returned, he would be asleep.

The next morning, he was surprised she was still there, though accepted her previously caught meal eagerly. They exchanged few words, and then she left. Atreyu was sure to commit the girl's face and scent to memory, not wanting to forget the stranger's actions.