Bearclaw Valley this is the last take for the night, understand it's kinda late

So, she could treat wounds—useful. “You can stay,” he decided after a long pause. It would benefit the pack if he kept her around, but he did need some sort of proof of her abilities. Which gave him an idea. “If”—he paused, a challenge in his voice—“you treat one of my pack members. She was attacked recently and has received treatment from another member, but I want you to give her constant care.” Every moment of every day, she would need to be there for her, ready to help her along through the healing process. “Anything she needs, you’ll give it to her,” he clarified. “Got it?” The sooner her wounds healed, the better.

“I’m Alexander,” the albino added. “You can call me Xan.” If not for her having given a name first, he likely would have forgotten to ask and share altogether.