Otter Creek I’m a wandering soul, Traveling a well worn road

Raindrop lifted her head as another wolf came rushing towards them. They shouted a name, Anselm. She figured that was his name. This wolf must have also been from the same pack as he. 

The third wolf spoke directly to her, with urgency — “I know some, and I know what reeds are.” She replied honestly, “I can go get them.” On that note she took off back towards the River, grabbing what her mouth could carry of reeds. She dropped them at his feet. She tried to speak little, as not to distract him from his work. From her position in spectating, she came to the theory that he was a healer of some sort.

She spoke once more, just to get it off her chest: “Will he be okay?”