Blacktail Deer Plateau praise to the earth mother.

Harlyn could definitely appreciate the sentiments that Blue Willow shared.  She too did not necessarily have a perfect track record when it came to saving lives and while it hurt her heart to lose them, she knew that it was the will of the gods that they return their bodies to the earth and join their souls with the spirits of their ancestors.  "Since I was a little girl," she replied with a smile, "I learned at the paws of my máthair mhór - my grandmother.  She was far more skilled than I will ever be, but she passed away when I was a yearling so my training with her was rather incomplete.  I learned the rest from my mother and then from other healers I've met throughout my life."


Harlyn paused a moment to reflect fondly upon her grandmother - all fire and brimstone, but with such a respect and devotion to life and preservation.  She was everything the Cinderloch had ever hoped to be.  "What about you?" she asked, "Did you learn from your family or..?"

It was perhaps two or three seconds that passed after her question before the beta's young son interjected with an urgent whisper.  She chuckled softly before hushing herself, not wanting to show any encouragement if this was behavior that his mother did not approve of.