Flint

Flint, Healer of Many

With kind eyes, and clever paws, Flint is the one who takes care of all those ill or injured. He knows nature well, and is always considerate of the herbs he collects. He was never very brawny, but his intellect more than made up for that. 

He lends a paw to everyone, without discrimination, but there are a few he takes a more special interest in. Those who have gone through deep hardship, those who need a kind smile, an ear to listen. He never looked for a mate, because those he cared for were family enough.

Flint was one of the first wolves to join the flux pack- although it was not named that yet- immediately taking up the empty role of healer. The adventurous wolves of the pack often came back with injuries and illnesses, and he always patched them back up. Although most of the first wolves left the pack for adventure, never coming back, Flint never had the urge to leave. He had found his place, and the pack had become his family.

One of the wolves he had taken a special interest in was Nareena. She was young, not a pup anymore, but not an adult, either. Lyra had taken her to Flint, having found her broken and bleeding on one of her scouting runs. Bringing out his entire store of medicines, Flint set to work inside of his healer’s cave, putting Nareena back together again. The work was difficult, perhaps the hardest case he had ever worked on, but gradually, Nareena started to get better, her wounds healing up, her ill, malnourished body nursed back to health. He told her about his work, about the different herbs and medicines, and even after she was all better, she listened to his lessons, helping him with the making of his cures. Up in his years, and knowing that he doesn’t have much time left, he was satisfied to know that he would have a successor in this young wolf.

At the age of seven years, eight and a half months, Flint died, having lived a long and fulfilling life. He had finished training Nareena, but the young wolf still had much to learn through experience. One always wishes that they had more time, and Flint surely did feel that way, but he felt that his time in the world had been put to good use.