Swiftcurrent Creek Words from not so far off

poor ferdie <3

"It has not healed thus far. What makes you believe a few days' worth of rest will make you well?" Lecter advanced upon the male as he spoke, pausing when he was only a few feet from the Creekwolf's turned back. "It is within my interest, and to the advantage of this pack, that you be well. Therefore, let me tend you, or I will tell Fox of your refusal to aid us."

Perhaps the threat would work; Lecter turned, returning to his threshold, from which he grasped several assorted plants and dropped them in a heap at his own feet. He paid the other no mind; if the groomed male saw fit to escape Lecter's treatment now, then so be it. The witch would not give chase.