Chapter 22: A New Pack
The scent of woodsmoke and healing herbs hung heavy in the air as the makeshift infirmary, established in a repurposed villager's hut, buzzed with quiet activity. Sable, her usually vibrant aura muted, lay on a bed of woven rushes, her pale skin contrasting sharply with the deep crimson stains blooming faintly beneath the meticulously applied bandages. Korran, his brow furrowed in concentration, hummed a low tune as he adjusted a poultice on her arm, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man whose hands were accustomed to the rough work of a blacksmith. The herbs, potent and pungent, filled the small space, a testament to his unwavering dedication and deep knowledge of herbal remedies. He glanced up at Rox, his eyes filled with a quiet concern that mirrored the worry etched on her own face.
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