I hear him before I see him, and I smell him soon after. His scent is always a strange combination of wolf and... herbs, I suppose. I often find myself wondering if he leaves his den throughout the day. It is not a bad thing, surely. In fact, I am almost pleased to hear him call out, my ears flickering towards his direction and yet, my skin twitches in anticipation o what is to surely come. Hadrian, after all, was never lying when he spoke of his unusual, often more painful, ways of medicating. Perhaps I should attribute some of my success to him. Surely his efforts in the past have prepared me more adequetely for the pain endured during a skirmish.

I offer no words in this moment, simply a nod of acknowledgement at his haughty commands. I rise then, tilting my neck into a more suitable position. He is quick to take to it, and I inadvertedly growl as I feel the skin pulled taut. It is never an enjoyable sensation. I can feel the way my fur tangles, the stickiness of what I assume to be webs all too unpleasant against raw, slashed skin. I know it will work and yet, that does not mean I need to enjoy it. Perhaps what is more impressive than his ability to heal is his ability to talk while doing so. I humour him, however. "Yes, thank you Hadrian," I push the words out, stifling my pain with a flash of my eyes towards him - a warning, I suppose, to never assume I cannot handle the inconvenience of an ache or two - "she came, she saw, she is gone now. We will need to tighten the border patrols. I do not suppose you have a herb or two to fend off inconvenient would-be usurpers?" Yes, I am learning humour. I even flash the remnant of a smile.

I shift positions once more, offering him another moment to perform his work here. I can only hope that he seeks to only manage the largest wound. I would rather... not look like a fool with webs and grass stuck to my face. The apperance of blistered, pinched skin is by far a better option, I do believe. Or, at least, I do wish he would use a less... unappealing method on such wounds. Perhaps I should have called in Zeltzin. I did like her methods - they were, at the least, more discrete at times.

He is quiet for a moment before he starts once more, this time however, he drives the conversation forward without hesitation. It is perfect timing on his behalf: I cannot escape him and so, he can cause whatever pain he sees fit if I do not give him the answers he desires. Smart. I can't help but stifle a short laugh at the realization. The movement, of course, shakes the torn flesh, causing a hiss from my teeth as I move quickly to answer, deterring myself from the moment of pain. "This is good news - I shall make a stop by Natu's den soon, I believe," I am pleased, after all, to hear that she fares well despite the birth, and yet, it is Hadrian's condition that intrigues me more. "Who has your attention as far as apprentices go?" I raise a brow, twisting slightly to meet his eyes. I wonder what child he has taken on board. I have been meaning to connect the children to the older members in order to train them and yet, it seems one has gone out of its way to find a mentor. Ambitious. Good. As for Hadrian?

"You have done all that is required and as such, the position is rightfully yours," I am sure he will be glad to hear that, yet I continue nonetheless, "however, I would like to hear your thoughts on the other packs and the state of their own healers. Out of curiosities sake, you surely understand." It serves as a good distraction and besides, I wish to know where we best should focus our efforts.