roughly a month ago || a mediks’ || @thebruiser
a wolf the size of seven buildings with blood dripping from its fangs, was the one story, a bear with silver fur was another, accompanying a mermaid, or the spirit of a drowned woman, or one of the council of tides thrown down from their towers or -
the rumours were rife amongst the dregs, whispers and chattering that they can hear get exaggerated with every retelling, but the point was that there was a healer who’d asked for his help to continue treating a patient whilst a large wolf got in the way. jesper didn’t know why it was him who was called, for shooting a dog would come just as easy to anyone else, but as he stepped out the street and felt the eyes lingering on his back, perhaps he was the only one foolish enough to go for it.
the poor woman’s been unconscious on the bed for less than a day after getting fished out the harbour, and she’d been a throwaway comment in a discussion for nothing more than her dog and whether the healer’s resources were wasted (if the mystery woman was interesting, then compensation, otherwise it was voluntary). shreya was going ahead and healing anyway, and there was a chance that she’d have to be investigated for knicking everything valuable first, but jesper had nothing else happening in the afternoon, so why not see one of the mythic wolves of ‘dam legend?
he’s whistling as he walks through the streets, as he opens the door and greets the healer, and the whistle hesitates at the fact - nope, that is a big fuck ass wolf just sitting in the room, body hovering protectively over the prone form of someone, and jesper cannot help the shift in tune to one of appreciation before it drops and he gives a stunned look to shreya.
“ wow. what the absolute shit, am i right? “