Moonspear ^___________^

Bridget arrived back at the healing den, drenched, to find it was already occupied. The wolf was young and clearly one of the Moonspear children. She wasn’t sure whose, but that wasn’t immediately important.

Hey, is everything alright? Her demeanor shifted immediately to concern, as judging from the young wolf’s expression, they were here for a reason. They didn’t look well.

I’m a healer, she explained afterwards, hoping to put them more at ease. She didn’t think the term medic was used here as often, though it was the title she usually gave herself.

Water dripped from her fur to the ground, but she didn’t bother to shake it off just yet. Fortunately the cold rain was still a welcome change from the heat of the summer.