Blackwater Islands he died with that dream still alive in his head

Well. She decided to let the smack-down of her humor roll off her back good-naturedly. If she felt like it was personal she'd likely have escalated, but she'd already surmised that nothing about this pack was personal. They were just an odd lot. An odd lot... with an awful lot of healing opportunities.

This was her first hint at a progression path and her ears perked. Wait, hold on. Become a Druid? And how would a wolf go about doing that, if they were interested? She was already set to train someone, potentially, and she had some recovery time left here. She had no idea when she'd make it back to Brecheliant. While she'd like for it to be sooner than later, it was a long ass trip to make on three subpar legs.