The next morning, Swift River Pack continued rebuilding their damaged compound with methodical efficiency. Warriors cleared debris while craftsmen assessed structural damage, each member working within a well-established recovery protocol that spoke of generations of preparedness.
I took charge of the healing center, working alongside Swift River's healers to treat the remaining wounded. My knowledge of herbal remedies and calm efficiency earned visible respect from the Swift River healers, who began deferring to my judgment on treatment protocols.
"The wolfsbane antidote must be mixed with sacred oak bark," I explained, demonstrating the proper technique for a young healer. "Too much creates toxicity, too little renders it ineffective."
"Your knowledge surpasses many of our own healers
