Question 1: Where did they build Hadrian’s Wall?

“Coming! Coming! Keep breathing!”

Alright maybe it was a bit dramatic of me to yell that, but when I’d spotted the black wolf collapsing into a pile upon the earth I’d just started running. Well, not exactly I’d actually stopped to fill my jaws with as much medical supplies as I could carry. I really needed Cousin Meryl to make me a deer-hide bag like the one he carried rather then me being forced to jam my jaws full of anything I could grab. My ashen coloured pelt, a rarity among my family, tore across the open plains, long limbs and easy grace allowing my movement to be quiet fast really. I’m fit for a two year old after all, my days spent climbing and hiking and swimming in search of ingredients to concoct my newest potions with, that fitness coming in handy right now as I raced towards the collapsed lump of black fur. I’d never met this wolfess before, her scent was unfamiliar and covered in mud- but I’m fairly sure I’m allowed to heal her anyway. It’s not like I’ve been waiting for this day or anything. My grey and red flecked form skidded to a halt nearby, pristine white underside the only truly bright spot upon my otherwise ashen self as the orange and violet of my gaze rested upon her properly now. She was dirty and skinny, although no red marks and no reek of swamps at least meant she wasn’t another refugee from Iromar begging to be let into Diveen like that Chernobyl wolf apparently had after the Great War. I wasn’t exactly alive for that but I think it’s a shame I wasn’t I would have been an amazing asset to Diveen. Maybe when I was King there would be another war, after all, everyone would be jealous. I, Prince Hadrian, would possess the power of both life and death at my paws, the first truly immortal Angel.

The thought made me grin, if only for a moment before I spat out the supplies I’d carried in my jaws….a little drool covered but I doubted that would effect potency. One ashy paw moved to press into the females shoulder, attempting to illicit a response from her, a movement, a sound….anything, weight pressed more heavily down in some effort to assess her level of consciousness before she muttered something that sounded like…Sulan. Sulan? Why did she think I was sullen? I’ve actually been told I’m rather delightful.

“No, but I would accept other adjectives like joyful, energetic, spirited or delightful. Where the hell do you get off calling me sullen? Your lucky I’m a medical genius otherwise I might not be inclined to save you- just for that. It’s ok though, I’m a merciful Prince and your future King- you can totally tell this story one day. Now hold still.”

I grinned easily, attempting to relax her a little if anything- I do have good bedside manner after all, I can usually make them laugh with my teasing. I moved to press my weight against her once more, maybe I was only two, but she was skin and bone and I was…well….utter perfection, I am a descendant of the Great Heyel and Devil May Cry after all. Strength is one of my many talents along with speed and agility all wrapped up in a flawless warriors frame. I moved to roll the girl onto her side, assured she was still awake despite having fallen onto her face. How awkward for her. She didn’t seem to actually have many cuts or scrapes, most of her problem evidently exhaustion and under-nourishment. I turned my attention to my selection of cures, pawing through them momentarily before selecting one of my newest creations. It was a concoction I’d devised all on my own, one specifically meant to be given to wolves needing an energy kick, after all Rhodiola root is an amazing cure for mental and physical exhaustion- I’ve merely even further improved it by soaking it in rabbits blood, not only making it tasty but now providing essential nutrients at the same time, something to tide her over until she could eat again.

“Here, chew on this, it tastes good I promise and you’ll feel much better after it. It takes tiredness away and it’s like a miniature snack- I invented it. Actually, you better have two.”

I move to push the bite-sized roots towards her before pausing to consider her condition further- I could give her a nice herbal mix to bath in and take the smell away although I really doubt she cares about her fur right now. So I went to work cleaning whatever wounds I could find on her, wiping away mud and blood with my soaked moss, stemming any bleeding before brushing my tongue over any smaller wounds. Saliva after all, is still one of the best forms of medicine.

“Take some of this too, this is for pain- I’ve just made it into a powder so wolves who can’t even open there mouths to chew can just inhale it as they breath, there are some poppy seeds in here and a few other things- but there secret, another of my inventions that I’m eighty percent sure will not cause excessive drooling.”

I simply moved to empty the leaf out and shaking it as I did, the fine powder readily catching within the air around her, merely requiring that she breathe to ingest it. It was both a pain reducer and a calmative….I also had a cure for drooling just in case she happened to be afflicted with that side effect. Never said it was perfect…actually, this is it’s trial stage…..my second trial……the first time I did drool excessively but I was sure I’d got the dosage right for her. Drool wouldn’t kill her anyway. Lets just hope for the best shall we?