Sleeping Dragon Burn wild

Gavriel had met a handful of the other wolves, and then those he knew are out of the process. Until this moment, he thought he’d met all the other females aside from the one that was meant to help him during the raid, but it wasn’t terribly hard to figure out the smaller girl. “You look like your namesake,” he decides to say with a slight smile on his features. It is small, and does not last long, but the swish of his tail goes a lot longer in the way of friendliness.  

“I am not. I know a little, enough to use something quick in battle if I need to, but I would hardly call it healing,” he explains. He could stop a wound from bleeding, he could give someone mercy, but curing ailments and disease were beyond his power. “I considered changing my speciality to it, since we no longer have one, but I am not sure I would be any good at it.”