Redtail Rise Like a small boat on the ocean

Oliver trotted to catch up with Saena so they could walk side by side, though he was mindful not to crowd her personal space. He smiled at her, hoping she couldn't see just how nervous he was in her presence. She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on, and he was finally alone with her. The butterflies in his stomach were all on a mad sugar rush, banging and crashing around inside him so hard he felt like he was going to throw up.

Saena brought up the nettles and he snorted at the memory. "You know, I went through all that trouble and he didn't even want them, he was just hoping I'd come back covered in welts so he could laugh at my pain," he told her, pretending to pout. Even though the joke had been at his expense, Oliver enjoyed Reek's sick sense of humor. "Nice try, Reek, but you're gunna have to do better than that."

Saena asked him about how he came to be a healer, a simple question with a simple explanation. But when Oliver got nervous, like he was right now, he had a habit of saying too much. "Well I needed to learn a trade, and I'm not really great at stuff like hunting or fighting so I decided to take up healing as my main job. My mother is a master healer, she taught me everything I know, though I could really use a refresher course or something because it was so long ago now. My first choice was to be a puppy sitter, but my dad said I needed to get a real job and I can't goof off forever. Not a very interesting story, I know, but there you have it," he spoke quickly, without so much as pausing to take a breath. 'I'm doing it again,' he said to himself. 'C'mon man get a grip.'

Oliver decided to let Saena talk about herself for a bit. "What about you, what's your trade? Besides being in charge of an entire pack, of course," he asked, staying on the safe subject of work.