Ravensblood Forest there is a light that turns on when you’re feeling alone

Kekoa watcheed her with what seemed to be interest in wide eyes, listening to her words and watching her pained movements. Without hesitation he responded, I'm a healer.

Old habits die hard. At this point he had been pretending for so long that it must be bordering on truth.

Flattning to the ground, he crawled forward to meet her head on. You can call me Kekoa. In his dazed state, even he could tell that something was sincerely wrong with Treepie - and he hoped to fix it. You're not wounded, are you? You don't smell wounded, but you flinch like you are. And how strange that was! Kekoa had seen wolves bloodied and beat more times than he could count, but nothing like this.