It had been a nightfall since Guardian Tundra had accepted him to be among the likes of Erenyx. He had not yet seen a healer, and once the daylight broke through and shone among the fine cracks in his den, he got up. The daylight was beginning to streak through the dark sky, the sun lifting itself above the horizon bringing forth it's light and warmth. The daybreak only lasted a few minutes, as the sun rose higher and the quiet of the morning was shattered by other wolves coming from their dens. Sighing, Remus knew what he had to do and that was heal his paws. If he had any vast knowledge of herbs or anything that had to do with healing, he would have done it himself. His knowledge did not extend that far, only to what he knew about fighting and hunting. Moving along the side of the camp, he glanced at only a few wolves as he walked. The fresh scent of the morning was washed away as Remus approached the healers den on light paws. His weight had already caused the cracks to begin to break apart, and fresh blood would soon seep between them. The smell of the herbs that were hidden inside the den gave a pungent odor, none bad but it was overbearing. He wasn't sure who was the healer, for he had not been shown but by the scent he was sure to find them.

Remus stepped into the den, lowering his head a bit to keep from hitting the low entrance way and walked a few steps inside. The coppery smell of blood was starting to drift up to his sensitive nose, reminding him that he needed to hurry up and see who the healer was. Walking farther into the den, the darkness seemed to envelope him, closing around him like a blanket washing away any light. However, as he walked further in, there was light at the end. It opened up into a larger area, light filtering in from cracks above. It gave him enough light to see, only to find the den empty. Was he surprised? No, he didn't expect the healer to be here all the time. He had a feeling the healer had left to go collect herbs before the sun could make the day to hot to roam. Taking a seat, he relaxed his weight feeling the blood run start to seep out of his cracked paw pads. Flicking his tail, he glanced around the den noticing two nests, but one seemed older than the other. There had been two healers at once, it seemed but one came here more often than the other. He didn't know the story behind the healers, only that they collected herbs and were able to heal. His dead mate had known a little about healing, and had always been excited about teaching him new things but it didn't interest him until after she died. Perhaps he could learn a little from one of the healers, if they returned any time soon. Letting out a breath that was heavy with pain, he lifted one of his paws glad to not be bleeding as much as he had. A rumble escaped his chest, but it was not one of anger, of something his mother would hum. He started to, but it only brought back memories to which he shook his head. Going down memory lane was not something he intended on doing today. "Healer oh Healer, where can you be?" He muttered, his ears flicking while his golden eyes followed the cracks in the den.

(Sorry for taking so long hon )

His thoughts had wandered, perhaps because he had grown bored or because he just had nothing to do. What ever the reason, his thoughts had drifted back to his younger days. He missed his mother, his mate, he missed them. His heart ached in his chest as he thought about them, knowing that both of their deaths was his fault. A sigh escaped him, as he closed his eyes. Once his eyes closed, the sight of his memories became stronger, almost like a nightmare while awake. He hated the feeling, but knew that his sleep would be wrecked if he did not let his mind wander. Her scent did not reach him until her voice did, and Remus's soft yellow eyes snapped open and turned towards the Healer. A light of confusion became bright in his eyes until he realized what he had mumbled aloud and she had heard. Sweeping his tail to the side, he opened his maw to answer when she crept forward. She almost seemed a bit timid when it came to coming close, and he went perfectly still. He noticed how her fur seemed to be different shades of brown in the light, and she was slender, beautiful really. Remus was slightly shocked into silence, but before he could explain his problem she seemed to have already had a chance to figure it out. As she brushed past him to cleanse her paws and find the right herbs to heal his feet, he sat back. When she asked his name, he cleared his throat, the sound seeming loud to his ears. "Remus. I am known as Remus. What of you?" He questioned, his voice slightly rough as he spoke. He was curious as to what her name was, seeing as he had never met her before. He had not been properly introduced because Tundra had gone off to be busy. It seemed most wolves were busy, and Remus knew he would have to become busy himself soon. "My pads are broken and cracked. I figure you have already found this out. Would you like me to lay down?" He asked, leaning a little to the right figuring it would be easier to put the herb mixture on his paws if he were. However, he didn't want to lay down, he wanted to watch what she did. Perhaps learning a little wouldn't hurt him.

~Sorry for the delay once more hon~

The brute brown ears flicked forward at her words, and a smile formed ever so slightly on his lips. Watching her work, well it was almost inspiring to the large brute as he sat in the silence of the den. He didn't know what herbs she was using, or their exact need. He stretched his neck to see over her shoulder and only noticed the herbs were green, fresh and they all looked the same. The smell of the herbs as they were chewed up made his nose twitch. They were strong, but he knew that they would help him. Cringing at old memories, his golden eyes shot back up to the fae as she spoke her name. There was an almost hesitant silence after her words as if she had wanted to say more but did not. Remus became curious but he did not pry, he did not know what she would have wanted to ask. A silence had formed inside of the den, and the only noises were from her as she worked. It was a bit satisfying to see the fae work, it made him interested. While the silence was heavy inside of the den, outside it was not so. He could hear wolves outside talking to each other, probably about the days plan. He was not sure, but something in the air told him it would be a bit warmer out than the day before. After his paws were healed, he would see about finding a patrol to join and scout the land. He was interested in seeing more land than what he had intentionally.

After he had asked about laying down, she answered in her soft voice. It made him smile, and give an appreciated nod. He laid down slowly to not disturb his paws so much, and once on his side he tried to relax. His body was tense, for most of his life, in this position he was waiting for hell to come upon him. Closing his eyes, he told his own body to relax and once it had he sighed softly. His eyes opened when he felt the first lap of her tongue on his paw. The fresh layer of herbs stung against the freshly opened cracked and it made him breath out a bit sharply. After each paw was covered in a light layer of basil, he closed his eyes feeling it already starting to dry and sink into the cracks of his paws. The stinging was gone and he was left with a slightly cool feeling on his paws. Looking at her, well at the side of her, he nodded at her words. He wouldn't want to mess up her work, especially if it was hard to find those herbs. He wouldn't want her to go out into the crippling heat and search for hours just to heal something he should have a long time ago. When she offered him a place to sleep, he decided to take it. "I did find a den, one that hadn't been used in some time, but I would rather stay here. I would rather my paws be closer to you if something goes wrong." He said his voice soft as he felt the warm summer air brush past his paws making them feel colder than normal. He was curious of something, and now with the silence settling again he decided to ask. "Why healing?" He asked her, curious as to why she chose such a path. "I've always wondered why wolves choose healing. Not that I am complaining." He chuckled at the last part of his words, and tried to give her a toothy grin but it was more lopsided.

Remus knew that she didn't have to go to such lengths to make him comfortable, it was kind in a way. He had not seen such kindness since he had been on the run, it was a nice change. He could feel the warmth of her words, and it made him feel more relaxed. For the first time in over a year, Remus felt the full relaxation he had been seeking. He didn't feel the need to hide, or be tense because of the warm environment the Healer had created. That was probably the whole point of creating such an environment that it caused a slight happiness to anyone's feelings. "You can call me Remus." He said hoping that he didn't so upset, because he wasn't. He didn't mind her calling him warrior, but they were in a friendly place, and she knew his name. Names were always something of importance to Remus even growing up with rogues names had been something of importance. Sighing softly, he was glad that his paws had been taken care of for the time being. He felt bad that she had to do this on such short notice, but perhaps it gave her something to do. He wasn't sure, but he could feel some guilt in his bones.

When her head turned, his soft amber gaze was met with her golden one. There was a ghost like smile on her soft lips as she seemed to recall his question and what she thought about it. "Fighting, sometimes isn't the answer. I believe when you say that Healing wasn't your first choice." He said quietly in response to her words. "I am glad that you had family to support you in healing. You felt that it was doing you and the rest of the wolves a greater purpose by becoming a healer. I understand that, and it makes me feel a bit happier to know that someone like you is around to help wolves like me who know nothing about herbs." He spoke quietly before laying his head back down his eyes gazing at her. He wanted to say more about her family, how supportive they had been however he did not. He did not want to seem as if he was repeating himself, or to reveal a lot of his past. Yes, his mother had supported up until the day she died. The memory of her mothers severed head was still burned into his memory like a hot wound. He closed his eyes trying to rid the memory away, his body suddenly tense. Once it was over, he relaxed again.