Bearclaw Valley keep moving on

Being herded backwards was not an experience he'd like to repeat, but with some prodding Revui made his way - and staggered around so he could face the direction he was meant to go. The twisting was fine, but once he began the process of hiking towards the den mouth he found his lower back aching more, itching, and being altogether unpleasant.

The boy was ready and willing to tend to the wound. Revui did not know what was more odd about this wolf: his willingness to please, or the fact he was doing women's work. Perhaps the world wasn't as black-and-white as Revui had grown up believing? That or, perhaps the weaker of body a man was, the more he might seek out a lesser vocation.

Regardless, the wound needed tending and Revui would have to allow Evien close to do so; it was not the first time he had ever been a patient, so when they were both close enough to the herbal stores for the boy to get to work, Revui dropped and sprawled in the grass (with some grimacing) and lay there, waiting.