Spotted Eagle Mountain Or letting people close

The man titled as imperator came closer. Khaba stiffened and paced a few steps away.
Then he mentioned a matrona... a healer, no doubt. It didn't seem like something in his best interest to be tended by a healer that was not an individual of his knowledge. Germanicus was one of few that he knew of; and he wasn't a wolf that the mazoi approved of.
The beast shook his head, signaling a brief "no". This matrona would not see to his wounds. He would do so for himself, or wait until they returned home and the sesh could do with his scars as she saw fit, for that was her place in the mesa.