Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

Mordecai had a very good point.  Harlyn would never have let something like what she'd suggested happen to him.  She'd never allow a wound of his to get infected in the first place, let alone permit it to spread and do further damage to his system.  She wouldn't let it happen to any patient of hers truthfully, though it would have destroyed her more were she to fail him rather than some other wolf.  He was her future.  Which reminded her...

"Addled just enough to my liking," she confirmed with a grin, leaning slightly back to look at him with tempered mischief in her eyes, "We should probably do something about that though... I'm going to need you to have your wits about you in about... hm... maybe a month, give or take..."  Putting on a thoughtful look as  though distracted from him, though she was simply trying to bait him further.