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A massive creature peeked into the Medico office. He was massive, easily over seven feet tall. He stood with a hunched posture, his arms curled towards his chest. His forearms were wrapped in bandages and he wore a flower crown and had flowers woven into his mane. A magpie perched on his shoulder and chirped every so often. His carmine eyes had a slight broken look to them.
Iorek couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't, or wouldn't fight anymore. The loners attacking Teagan and him, the first battle the demon's assault, and the final battle. He never liked combat, and now he hated it. The beast thought that he would never hate something with as much passion as he did. He didn't want to fight ever again. He didn't want to get hurt or hurt others, he wanted to help people. The wolfdog wasn't a warrior.
The red-eyed Recruit wasn't a hunter, either. He was too slow. He wasn't a good hunter, he would never be. The beast didn't want to be useless, a burden to his home. But, he didn't have much in skill and ability. He could gather firewood and decorate with flowers, but was that really useful to Casa di Cavalieri? He didn't think so. He didn't have any purpose, not anymore. But, the crimson-eyed Cavalier would find one.
The massive yearling decided to ask Veri or Morty if he could become a healer. He would be able to help his pack mates and perhaps try to undo the damage done by violence. He didn't know anything about healing, but he could learn. Herbs were like flowers, right? He wanted to make a difference and he wanted to be useful. Becoming a healer seemed like the best thing for the feral giant.
H-He-Hello? The bear-like beast said softly.