Galdr of Love - 2
The wolf queen looked at the fainted man at the tent, thinking of how he survived the Desert of Death, and, most important, from where he came.
He was found at the desert by herself and his loyal subject, Volug, when they were hunting. They brought the strange man to the camping two days ago, and he still was unconscious. The wolf tribe didn’t have someone to take care of the sick, as they had a great curing ability, so the queen called the Eldest of the tribe to take a look at their guest.
Every night he took a look at the man, and that night wasn’t different.
"How he is?" asked the queen, even knowing what would be the verdict.
"He’s fine." The Eldest said. "However, I can’t say for sure when, or even if, he’ll wake up." He looked back to the patient. "His wounds are healed, my queen."
The woman was surprised.
"So he can heal his wounds like us, too?"
"Yes, however it is a slower process, it’s like the kids or us, the old wolfs." He gave a faint sm