Redhawk Caldera night and the spirit of life

With no reason to suspect otherwise, Raven accepted his answer as truth. There wasn't even a second's doubt in her mind. She winced sympathetically, picturing a badger's claws. At least it hadn't been another wolf, which was what she had thought at first. She felt a measure of relief, though she wouldn't downplay the seriousness of an encounter with something as fiercely stubborn and dangerous as a badger.

"They look like they've healed all right," she couldn't help but observe. "Do they cause you any pain? Do the scars bother you? I might be able to help," Raven said. She didn't know of any herb or other plant that would heal scars completely, though a moisturizing salve of some sort might soothe and fade them somewhat.