Chapter 22

“I would call this a chill crisis. It happens to the females after giving birth to dead babies,” said the healer in a weak and deep voice. He looked so old, but his fingers weren’t wrinkled. His silhouette didn’t seem curved. I wish I had had the chance to see his expression at that moment. “But she’s not one of us and didn’t give birth to any puppies. I would give her a tanchage tea so that the branches of her spirit heal what we can’t see, but I fear that the problem is greater than just a passing malaise.”

Marcus sighed loudly, almost impatient.

“And what does that mean, elder?”

In fact, that healer should be old, much older than everyone else, yet young enough for a strong and firm body. I envied them deeply for that vitality, especially considering my condition.

“It means that, unless we find another human who tells us that he knows this disease and knows how to cure it, none of our efforts will have an effect. She is just a human, with weaknesses and pe