I slowly made my way into my tent after my morning walk, still sweating heavily from the heat. As I lowered myself into the straw bed, I gulped down the water in my hand and took a few seconds to bring my breathing back to normal. I then examined my arms and stomach; my wounds were almost fully healed, and I was feeling a lot stronger.
For the past few days, I had been at the camp to recuperate, and everyone had been exceptionally helpful at this time. The healer came in twice a day to apply the paste to my wounds, and the warriors took turns to change my bandages, up until I was strong enough to start doing it myself. I had also begun to take walks in the morning as a form of exercise for both me and my wolf as soon as I got better. The pain in my arms and stomach had disappeared complet
