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The monk was working on putting the Dragon's rage behind him, although he would continue to live under the creature's reign. He would not leave his charge and would do his best to repent. Tenzin was good at talking with people, but many of his skills fell off when it came to what the Dragon considered useful. At most, Tenzin was good for story telling and watching the young now. There was no use for him where the Dragon walked, except perhaps to keep an eye on Dawa should the oily beast permit it.
A sound caught his attention and the monk turned to view his unexpected visitor. A dirtied white male with a collection of herbs at his feet: this must have been the Creek wolf that Xi'nuata had told him about. Tenzin offered the wolf a warm smile despite his pained state. "Welcome, friend," he greeted, pleased with Xi'nuata's decision to allow the wolf into the Vale for herbs. The monk didn't know much about the wolf, but he was always willing to share resources, especially for healing purposes.
Tenzin hadn't expected the wolf to be as old as him, though. Had they met earlier, the monk would be in higher spirits and much less tired looking. For his age, he had been in great shape. The Dragon tore all that away from him, though. His tired eyes rested on the other wolf and he smiled again. "I am the monk, Tenzin. I see you have come to collect herbs," he said gently. "I am glad that they help you and yours." Though there was tension between the two packs, Tenzin was not the kind of wolf to leave others in a time of need. It was his duty as a monk to help all creatures.
"I don't believe I learned your name," he apologized, "forgive me." He had turned by now, but sat again to rest his sore body. The smell of blood lingered on the wolf before him but Tenzin did not mind it. With all of the injuries in the Vale lately, it was something he had become used to.