The Sentinels eos, goddess of the dawn

"maybe not new, but they certainly sting." the dark wolf said. Winchester was no expert on healing. He was a generally fine wolf, medically, but since he left Poughkeepsie, there always seemed to be something bothering him. The dark wolf turned his head to Deirdre. She was a competant healer, much better than anything he could ever dream of doing. He was grateful be had found this pack, with his old friend Cas, and such nice wolves.

Winchester felt that he wasn't good enough, but at least he would try. Who knows, maybe this place will be even better than Poughkeepsie, a safe haven, away from all the darkness and fear.