Shadowwyn Moor that blackness called night

She wasn't quite sure what to expect from him in response, but his quick compliments certainly warmed her affections towards herself. She found herself beaming. Of course she knew a lot. She was well educated and passionate about one subject alone. Healing. She lived and breathed for it. Her life was dedicated to research and learning and saving as many lives as possible. So when she saw a wolf pretending to know what they were doing, she took offense. She didn't need those who didn't know what they were doing marring the reputations of those who did.

"I do," she affirmed. Her voice was a touch warmer now, though it still held her natural haughty tones within it. "I am." It was her passion. She was a terrible hunter, tracker, and everything else that came most natural to a wolf, but healing? That she could do and she could do it very, very well. Her mind was filled with all sorts of information about cures and remedies. She knew of the plants where she came from and was slowly learning more about the flora here. Give her any amount of time and she'd be an expert too here. She'd see to it herself.

He spoke one word more. Citali lifted a brow at him. "Wounds?" she repeated. That was a vast and general subject that could be broken down into a number of many different things. "What type of wound? Blisters? Scraps and scratches? More serious types?" Each required their own set of miracles. There was no mystical cure all to heal them all.