Bramblepoint This flower is perfect!

Another question, to which he answered, Just my left flank, it's not nearly as bad. The boy's comment about herbs confirmed that he was indeed a healer, and Black Hat dryly wondered what deity decided to bless him with such luck, of all wolves. He would've nodded, but the position he was in made that awkward, so he settled for a surly grunt instead.

When asked for permission to be touched, he impatiently answered, Yes yes, don't be shy. I won't bite — not now, anyway. It was dry comedy hour, apparently. He felt quite pathetic just lying there on his side, but there was no point in expending the energy to roll over, not to mention the pain. It was easier to be worked on like this anyway, so he'd live with it.