Blackfeather Woods i don't know if i am real without you

Quiet didn't smile at his joke — it only worried her more. She didn't know the true reason for his self-inflicted pain, only that it wasn't something a wolf should be doing to himself. Especially if he had others who cared about his wellbeing. Quiet listened as he explained, and looked at the wounds inquisitively now. She was not a herbalist or a naturalist by any means, but she felt a morbid curiosity towards it. If he knew what he was doing, and Burke was obviously find with it...then it must be alright, right?