Sleeping Dragon a quiet procurement

[size=xx-large]Lucani was one of the kinder wolves, or at least one who showed some interest even if it was only in his wounds and how they were healing. Cirrus watched as she laid out some leaves, his tail wagging. He was caught in a spiderweb – prisoner and injured, he could do nothing but rely on pity. It was not in his nature to be proud (although his vanity was wounded by his inability to clean himself properly).[/size]
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[size=xx-large]“My ribs are… not so good. I can’t bend properly still, I have to lie down with them straight, but that hurts my leg if I stay like that too long. It’s easier when I lay flat on my side.” Cirrus’s liquid brown eyes gazed between Lucani and her herbs. “How long do you think my leg will take to heal?” He was no healer, but he knew the ribs would take less time than his appendage.[/size]