Herbalists' Cache You always had to love yourself, is this what you wanted

Nicodem nodded to the other man. His features were stalwart, almost hardened. The dark young wolf did not care what needed to be done. He would sit through it and allow this man to heal what he could. There was no telling what the wolves on the mountain would do if they followed his trail, decided to pursue him beyond their borders.

The accented man began his healing, treating the wound with a gentle touch. Nico inhaled, steadying himself for the clinging cobwebs and yarrow that had been gooped against the exposed flesh. When it had been wrapped nice and tight, the shadow rose and tested his weight on the leg.

It would do.

When the stranger said it would need to be changed, Nico’s dark ear swung sideways. He looked warily to the man. How would he do this work for himself? The shadow did not believe that Deja had enough patience to change out the bandaging.