Looking for the Healer

{ Sorry im new here }

As she started to clean his wounds he flinched, his neck was in massive pain from the wound on his throat, ripped open from the last spar he had. Yet if felt much... Cleaner than before. His body was sliced and battered, bruises and cuts scattered across his torso. His muscle ripped on his shoulders, due to a encounter of a not so friendly wolverine. Blood has begun to splatter his silver mane from the reaction of the pressure, but it felt better than before.

"You must be the healer of the pack" He began, starting a conversation with the she-wolf. "I am very grateful of how you will help me, you Alpha was right" he continued, hoping to distract him from the stinging burn on his muscle tissue. Yet he tried remained his cool and shot her a thankful and charming glance.