Looking for the Healer

Silvermane smiles at the she-wolf's kindness. Still, thanks to her help he was able to get up successfully, leaning on the soft fur of the beta wolf. Throughout the walk, his limbs trembled slightly, so he leaned once again lightly against he wolf. Brushing the black fur of Willow. He hoped the den was not very far on, as his wounds were starting to flare up with stinging anguish.


"Is the den near?" He asked politely, wondering if it would take any longer. He shifted his weight back onto his legs. It hurt more than before, but he needed to if he wanted to keep on walking.