Bramblepoint red-hawk for dinner

Annoyance shot through the healer. He did not dignify that with a response, either, though several occurred to him.

"I see," he said, his voice thinner now, though he really didn't mean to be so rude. And, now that annoyance had knocked away some of his laser focus, he found answers to her first question.

"Aureli," he said, introducing himself at last. "No where. Everywhere. My natal lands are far from here." And no longer relevant. "I am a traveling physician."

His smile, too, was thin. Sardonic.

"You are not the first wolf I've met leaving her current pack this week," he told her, leaving out more pertinent details. "If the temperaments are concerning in this area... Well. It's rather hard to heal with a brute chewing on your leg."

He jested! Maybe. If Leto looked, she might see some rather obvious scarring on one of his ankles.