Kaelin sighs, maybe annoyed by my probing or the incoherent slurring questions, and hits me with a penetrative gaze. Seemingly contemplating whether he can be bothered to answer or tell me to shut up.
“Half a day…. I got her; she got you dry, cleaned you up, laid you down, and left me to tend your wounds. I was raised in a pack until I reached puberty, and I know enough about medicine and the lands around here to deal with a non-wolf wolf who hasn’t reached healing yet… I'm banished… a hex, a curse to my people. A gohz’aan…. a half-breed. She's forbidden to see me since I was locked in my forest as penance for my crimes. They stay away, and I stay in… If they found out I crossed into Dii, my mother would be punished on my behalf, so she comes sometimes to the forest unseen and leaves me t
