Redsand Canyon when you wake up hungover, you wish you were sober

It seemed crude that the man would just allow his wounds to tend themselves. Crowfeather had seen infection in some. It smelled of death and consumed more than it had any right to. It was shocking to meet a wolf who simply let it be. 

Where I am from, there is a wolf who is skilled in herbs. They tend to any injuries. They- They do other things, too. But the- the healing is the most important. Crowfeather wasn’t certain he wanted to ask about this man’s homeland. He wasn’t sure it would bring him any sense of peace about the figure being there asking all those questions. 

Drakon… I’m Crowfeather. Even his name sounded rather crude, or wild in a way that only loners had shown, to Crowfeather. 

What do you do here?