@Craw's praises made the young wolf's chest swell with pride, but his motives weren't entirely driven by what was best for the pack. He had avoided calling his mother because she would be less likely to hear him out or see the woman's worth beyond her current state, he had dragged her all this way because he was a jealous child that didn't like Rye wolves touching things that could be his, and when he saw her limp, he saw an opportunity. He watched the rest of the encounter play out silently, cogs silently turning to place some of the plants with their properties that his mother had covered off on their journey south.

He paid little heed to the pretty words the woman spoke, instead listening to the medic make his prognosis. It looked like he was trying to put a positive spin on the situation, his own soft heart showing through. The boy did well to cover his smirk. "Hey dad," Odin piped in when a lull in the coversation allowed, "I'd like ter help @Lorcan," he cringed a little at slipping into his mothers way of speaking, correcting himself swiftly, "to learn... If you think it'd be okay?" After all his grandmother had made a wonderful medic, one people travelled across the Lore to see when they were in need. It was in his blood to take an interest, surely?