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She gently moved her muzzle through the fur on his neck and down his chest as he spoke, working out any knots and smoothing down any stray hairs. She occasionally paused to lean into the licks he delivered to her head, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of being groomed and of his large warm body hugged tightly around hers. 

She understood the need to help others, it was a strong urge of hers, as well. Emotional pain called to her more than anything, but she never liked to see a another wolf hurting regardless of the cause. When she saw pain or sadness or anger she almost ached with the need to soothe the sufferer. Speedy was social and enjoyed being around others, but being in the presence of another healer was her favorite, as if that part of her recognized its equal in other caregivers. She supposed that was why they had hit it off so well. I only knew the basics when I first came here, too. I'm still learning, but maybe we can learn together, she suggested, moving her face from his damp fur and looking up at him with a warm smile. Caregiving was a calling, and she would gladly help him get some more experience under his belt. She needed the experience, too, so it would be mutually beneficial.