Shadewood Happy to be Home

"Hello, Cry, I'm Atticus." He sent the shadow a welcoming smile, his canines poking through his fur.

Atticus gripped onto every word of their assumed new leader, his eyes twinkled upon the stranger like a child would a local hero. "Are you interested in mercenaries?" He questioned, knowing that he would favor such a trade. There was little to no chance the wolf could become a healer, it was all too much to remember. This treats that, that treats this, not too much of this or this will happen- it was tiring to even consider.