Herbalists' Cache Timetraveler

The firestruck wolf was quick to speak, demanding in their tone.

Nicodem did not waver. His dark features were surprisingly placid in the face of such brunt vocalization. It had never bothered him. He knew some were prone to speak and speak often, and others were more inclined to show. The young shadow was not a speaker.

A tentative wave of his tail was offered. There was a wariness in his stance. Nico took a single step toward the stranger and extended his snout, sniffing tentatively at the foreign smells that mingled on their bright coat.

The inkdrop yearling gestured to the wound on his hind leg. A single swinging motion of his snout toward it. Was the phoenix also capable of tending to wounds?