Redsand Canyon Wherever the wind blows

Maybe it’s gotten better for you… but we are not the same. I wasn’t promised anything. Certainly not to get better. Most of his life had been one unfortunate accident that lead to another. Even when he believed it would get better, those hopes had been crushed. Germanicus’ words hung in his head like omens. Anger filled his weary limbs and added to his impulsivity. 

But the healer conceded. She agreed to take it off of him. 

Crowfeather did not hesitate to lick down the herbs she offered. In a short time, he imagined they would make his head feel heavy and tired. The shadow glanced to where they were, herb on his tongue. He shifted before fixing his eyes curiously on the medicine wolf across from him. The work space where she made her healing was not like anything he’d seen before. Nothing like the cozy healing dens of his home. 

Here? You’ll do it here? His voice cracked.