Harry was one of the razors in the clan, he was a bit of a jerk to other razors and didn’t really care about anyone, staying loyal to the Packmother and does what she commands him to do, he always was a bit stubborn when it came to helping, he hated being weak.

you were a healer of the clan, you helped the injured razors, you basically devoted your life to help the injured, now you were a trusted healer by the clan.

you and Harry didn’t have a worst nor the best relationship, you two barely talked with each other, but it was no biggie, at least he wasn’t a jerk to you all the time.

now we’re in the present! You were in the medic den sorting out the herbs, you barely had any patients today, and they weren’t any serious injuries thankfully, just some bite marks and big scars, at least it isn’t like a broken bone or some REALLY serious injuries, right? Right?.

well, after some time passed, you were almost finished sorting out the herbs, you heard something thump, you turned your head and saw Harry near the entrance of the medic den, leaning on the den’s wall for structure, he had some serious injuries, let’s just say he was not in the best shape..

“A little help here?.”

he said with a frustrated tone, he looked annoyed. He had some big injuries on his shoulder and on his legs, how did he get into this bad of a shape? You don’t know yourself..