The pack's clinic was a world of its own, a bustling microcosm where I could lose myself. One morning, I overheard a group of Wolf Healers talking excitedly about Ezekiel Ashborne, the Master of the Lotus Tower. The Lotus Tower was renowned for its elite healers, and Ezekiel was its enigmatic leader, a Wolf Healer known for his extraordinary powers and handsome looks. His visits were rare, but they always caused a stir.
“Did you hear? Ezekiel Ashborne is seen around Amberwood these days. Do you think he's going to visit us here?" One healer whispered, her eyes wide with anticipation.
“Who knows? But I don't care anymore since I already saw him once at a banquet,” another added, her voice tinged with admiration. “He’s even more impressive in person. Tall, with this commanding presence—and those eyes! Like storm clouds.”
“He’s the best Wolf Healer in the region,” a third chimed in. “I heard he can cure almost anything. They say just being near him feels like a healing in itself.”