Firefly Glen nightmare

"I am confused" he says to the woman bluntly, scrunching his face "what healer turns a patient away that needs their help?" What sort of healer would he be for the pack that took him in if he did that? Holland looked momentarily uncomfortable, shuffling his weight. "especially... a friend." She was always in his face, wandering toward him and acknowledging him. It nagged at his patience at first.

But eventually, with all wolves, he dropped his guard after constant exposure. And he couldn't exactly throw the food in her face and snarl at her. "Thank you" he says, placing a paw on the rabbits and cedarwood bark. It seemed he was doing a lot of that, thanking her lately. He scowls light for want of something to do, chewing thoughtfully. "will there be a fight?" Holland asks directly.

"Will you fight?"