In the quiet of the night, Davian sat in the healer's chamber, surrounded by earthy walls and shelves filled with herbs and potions. He was shirtless, his shoulder and arm still throbbing from the injury he had sustained earlier. Though he knew Ian and Roseanne had done well to clean and bandage his wound, Davian had insisted on letting Maya, the pack's healer, check it over. Better safe than sorry.
Finally, the door opened, and Maya stepped in, her arms full with a basket of medical supplies. She greeted Davian with a gentle, reassuring smile, her gaze sweeping over him before she set her basket down. Her hands were quick but careful as she laid out fresh bandages and a bowl of herbal-infused water.
"Alright, Alpha," Maya began, rolling up her sleeves as she approached him. "Let's see what you've gotten yourself into this time." She gently examined the bandages Ian and Roseanne had applied, a small but approving smile on her face.
