*Mia*
I had to wait until I was feeling less afraid before I could slowly approach the gray wolf. It suddenly moved, looked up at me, and put one foot on mine. Among shifters, this was a universal move to show friendliness.
I gently held the wolf's claw and a familiar scent floated over me. It was a medicinal herb called dipterocarpus from the distant east. According to Willard, it could clear a fever, detoxify poison, and refresh the mind. He often brewed this tea to drink. Therefore, over time, he started to smell of dipterocarpus.
"Willard! Are you Willard?" I asked.
The gray wolf nodded weakly.
Simon said, "Let's get him to bed."
I thought about it. With his serious injuries, he couldn't move too much at the moment, or he would bleed more. There was only one way to stop the bleed
