Razzul Whisperpaw
The green and white wolf was beginning to wonder why his guards were taking so long. It’s not like he asked them to pack for a crusade. He shook his head and waited patiently. They were probably just concerned on what they should bring.
The Chief was sitting on the porch of his small cabin when he heard a cry from his advisor, Akira. “Razzul…I did it again…can you heal me?” The ocelot whimpered while limping over to the wolf. One of her paws was lifted high above the ground in a painful manner. Razzul knew instantly what his young advisor meant. Akira had the ability to control and conjure fire. Her powers were so great that she was chosen to be the Advisor of the Wanderer’s personally by Razzul shortly after he had become Chief. Unfortunately with all that power bubbling inside such a young animal, she losses control often, thus burning herself severely. The wolf encouraged his companion to try to learn to control her amazing power in order to become even stronger. However, she losses her concentration often and ends up needing to be healed. Instead of making her go to an infirmary, Razzul uses his ability to heal others to relieve Akira of her pain. This time it seemed that she had burned her paw and right ear to the point that fur had been removed.
“My dear Akira. What have you done?” The Chief sighed with sad eyes. “Come sit. Let me fix you up.” He said gently but with a hint of authority as would a parent would with a child. When she had sat down beside him, he first placed his paw over Akira’s injured ear. Closing his eyes, he slowly let lose a small stream of his healing magic from the powerful river that was inside of him. The stream washed over Akira’s burnt ear like a cold mist. The dark green markings along his body began to glow a bright green as the burnt flesh disappeared and was replaced by healthy skin and fur. Razzul felt his own ear sting and burn, replicating the pain Akira just endured; however, the pain never showed itself to the outside world. Once her ear had returned to its natural state, he began working on her paw. Again his markings glowed brightly while the magic washed over her in a gentle manner. As her paw began to look more and more like a paw, the Chief felt his own paw become charred and burn, but his face was as still as stone. After a minute or so, Akira was as good as new.
Razzul opened his green eyes to examine his work. Not a single burnt hair had escaped his reach. A ghost of a smile appeared on the wolf’s lips in happiness of healing another. “How do you feel?” He asked the young ocelot with a bit of concern. He hoped he didn’t use too much of his power on her. When he was younger and less experienced, he would sometimes use too much of his power causing his patients to become drowsy and incoherent, something the wolf always worried about. To cause an inconvenience to another made him feel guilty even if he was helping them to a certain degree.
A chilly breeze began to stir, ruffling Razzul’s long fur coat. The unmistakeable sent of blood caught the Chief’s attention. Alarmed, the wolf looked over Akira once again to see if he had missed any injuries, but he could find none. Now puzzled, Razzul filled his highly effective nostrils to locate the source of the blood. He stood up and peered intently into the silent quivering forest. “Do you smell something, Akira?” He asked in a low voice, hoping that he was just imagining the horrible smell that he loathed greatly.