Reborn as a Side Character in the Beastworld

Chapter Thirty-eight

*Ducky is doing better. Still stumbles a bit but eating and drinking well.

Harvey's reputation didn't take long to increase after the ice storm. He had helped multiple beasts that day and rumors of his talent and affordability spread quickly. He took everything he learned from me about first aid and applied it efficiently to his current knowledge. He started to receive patients up to three times a day and would come to me every night to pick my brain. Lance got so annoyed with all of the visitors that he purchased the cabin next door and coaxed Winston into helping him furnish it. They built patient beds, medicine chests and huge stoves for boiling hot water.

Harvey made one last house visit to the wolf cub with the compound fracture. When he came back, I asked about the cub and if Rosa or Bart were taking care of him properly, but Harvey told me that the cub was staying with Shuu in Shuu's den. Harvey, curious as to why I was asking about Rosa the Tiger King's cub and her mate, led to me explaining the relationship between Shuu and Bart. He was the only brother of Shuu's that was mentioned in the novel. It was my understanding that they were the only two sons of the Wolf King. But I supposed the Wolf King's mate with her multiple mates, would have multiple litters. He very well could have been referring to one of them.

Harvey said he didn't see anyone else, but Shuu seemed to have been taking care of the cub quite well. He was healing quickly and though he couldn't walk, there was no infection, and the cub was eating and drinking without an issue. That was Harvey's last house visit.

Thanks to Lance and Winston, Harvey had the first ever clinic in the City of Beasts. I didn't even need to whisper the idea into my sleeping mate's ears. We also didn't have to worry about food and furs after that. Harvey took payment in whatever the patient could afford, which was often in the form of dinner.

While Harvey spent his time healing the sick and earning our meals, Winston, Lance, Kit and I spent the colder days making our home a modern marvel. There were so many things we couldn't make without Iron, bronze, and steel, but we managed to make a large futon mattress, a quilt, and pillows. We were very comfortable. Until the cold season hit us in full blast.

It was freezing and people rarely left their cabins and dens. Almost everyone stayed inside except for the beasts more naturally inclined towards winter such as wolves, snow leopards, owls and foxes. Kit loved it. He was outside every chance he had, using his large ears to find small rodents hiding under the snow. Lance became very drowsy. He constantly stayed near the fire or me for the heat and slept almost sixteen hours a day. It became Winston's job to take Kit out and train him to hunt, mark, stalk, etc.

Despite all of the indoor leisure time, I still couldn't sew or weave very well. I could make only the most basic of designs. I remember trying knitting and sewing in my last life and even with modern machines, I was still did shoddy work. To compensate, I would draw a design on wood with charcoal and Lance would make it. When he was awake, that is.

Lance helped me make long, collared jackets for the men, but it ended up making Winston and Harvey look like Fred Fl*nstone. Lance looked ok in it but I didn't make any more after that. Harvey and Winston didn't really need fancy clothes anyway since their fur never stopped keeping them warm even in beastman form. I changed my focus to making them footwear instead. Sure, it would rip if they shifted while wearing anything, but I felt better knowing their toes would have bit more protection from the biting cold.

Lance loved some of the designs I drew up and insisted on creating a few. Those 'few' ended up needing Winston to craft a wardrobe. So, when the missive from the Ape King came, I headed to the castle with Winston in my brand new snakeskin pants, cowl neck halter top. and fur-lined knee high boots, fingerless gloves and a peacoat. The combination of coverings prevented me from getting too hot or cold while I rode Winston through the deep snow.