Thunder Dome No one's telling me the cure

He wasn't sure what he practised.
A warrior yeah, but there was something more to him.
"Others say I'm good at listening, and I like to keep the pack happy and motivated. I'm a mercenary by heart though."
He tilted his eyes up to her, wondering what she was thinking.
But it seems she'd speak her mind now.

"Then I guess I'd die a peaceful death."
He smiled. No war. No last-second dying-breath mutilation. Just acceptance of what would come to be.
He let her close-in. He didn't fear her.
Her voice held nothing malicious, nor did her eyes. A suggestion for him to be careful.
He hoped anyway.

She gave her verdict on his condition and declared her intentions and the remedy she'd concoct.
"Of course, witch-doctor." He jested with a grin and wave of his tail.