Sleeping Dragon Shackles around my wrists

He flinched only once when she moved in close, but he had no real reason to fear anyone would be violent towards him besides Goliath. All others had been disinterested or careful around him. Cirrus gazed down at the willow as her voice filtered into his dulled senses and advised him of what it was.
 
“Thank you.” His words were cut short by an emotional bubble in his throat. Carefully Cirrus’s eyes lifted to meet with her chin – never her eyes – and he allowed another wag of his tail. “Do… I eat it?” He asked, for he did not know what willow did, and he wasn’t sure if he needed to press it on the wound. He was no healer.
 
That someone would care enough to try and ease his pain and source him some pain relief, brought him great relief. The wolves of this pack seemed considerate. Lucani had been allowed by her alphas to give him only the bare  of herbs, and he felt constant dull aches in his leg which he would appreciate being gone for a day.