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

Nicodem was left wondering how men like this were shaped.

The dark young wolf had spent a majority of his puphood surrounded by watchful eyes and patient guardians. Akavir, Moss, even the lovely lady Eshe had shared their knowledge of the world, of the nearby packs and wolves. It had been valuable to learn. When he had ventured out into the wild world on his own, Nico had discovered things were far more difficult than he had been made to believe.

When the man provided instruction, the shadow nodded his head. A tentative wag of his tail followed. Deja would certainly not have the patience to tend to wounds. If this healer was willing to remain in the area, Nico believed he could come back and make sure the wound did not grow infected.

His mismatched eyes searched the healer’s face, wondering without asking.