Swiftcurrent Creek wild inside

Cambria did his best to hold still and not make too many faces as Etienne began tending the wound. It really hurt, though, so it was difficult to avoid grimacing. At least he managed to remain silent; nary a cry of pain slipped from him. He wouldn’t have wanted to interrupt the man or his work.

They smell interesting, the Dragonling noted when the healer applied sage and rosemary. Almost… appetizing, he added with a puff of laughter.

He knew Etienne wouldn’t mind his candor. Cambria could go full bore and admit his feelings for the other man, though he shied away from that idea for several reasons. Besides, that wasn’t really what he planned to say, at least at this particular moment.

I’m not sure pack life is for me. It was really fraught most of the time and then they all ended up drifting away in the end. It that’s how it works, what’s the point? Better to just rely on myself. I don’t think I ever want to join another pack, he admitted.

The way his two-toned eyes bored into Etienne’s face, it was almost as if Cambria was hoping for a counterargument. Maybe the healer’s experience was different and he could tell Cambria about all the upsides of living with others. Or maybe he would just corroborate the Dragonling’s findings, sending him off to his solitary life after patching him up.