Whitefish River running through the parking lot, he chased me and he wouldn't stop

A wry smile given—he mentioned she could get a better patch up from her own healer when she got back home. 

I hope he dies. Yeah, not likely she was being treated by him again. And she certainly wasn’t interested in sharing she was the packs other healer—she had patched herself up before. She had played the role of a lone wolf.

She had been let down countless times before. This, too, would pass. It always did. 

Ill let them know when I get back, she offered, honeyed eyes lifting to look at him. She didn’t even know if she was going back. 

She just needed to find Reyson. 

Whatever you think. You’re the expert with the medical pouch.