Firefly Glen sometimes, words aren't required

@Astrid

He had found a den. 

Fully expecting word to pass through teeth about his acceptance into the Glen, Holland prepared himself accordingly for visitors. Though he'd much rather have patients, the pack seemed to be healthy enough until spring. Who knew what the near or distant future would hold though? A - he was getting used to the word again - pack mate could twist their paw. Develop a cough. Anything.

Best be prepared for the worst. Winter brought its share of problems. Keres had told him there was no formal medic in the pack, which meant Holland had to assume there had been no store of herbs. If there had been at least one other healer... well, no use dwelling. He sat outside his new den, wondering where to start first. It was only when someone's pawsteps sounded did he glance up. A girl was before him. He remarked she was a soft brunette with ivory accent. His head slipped, giving a nod. Wondering if she was passing by.