Thoughts

His eyes drifted to her paw as she lifted it, her tongue seeping past her lips to lick at the wound -- likely, at this point, the best remedy she would find would be the very salt in her saliva. "No," he offered, giving a light shake of his head. He knew next to nothing of herbs, nor would he pretend to. "I had a friend who was an aspiring medic once, though," he rumbled, his eyes drifting to the horizon now as he recalled Luka -- a wolf he had considered family. "I had always envied his thirst for knowledge."

Shifting his weight then, Scim allowed his gaze to trail back to her, his silence only produced due to his thoughts. "I don't even think we have a healer in the ranks," he determined then -- but he was also very new and had yet to meet many, if barely any, of his pack mates.