Redhawk Caldera Rosebud

He spun quite a tale, some of which was hard to follow. You talk so weird! she wanted to tell him but, of course, Wildfire was neither that forthcoming nor that rude. At least she was already getting better at discerning his meaning. It only took a few contextual clues to deduce what terms like dera and honest to green meant.

"Really?" she asked when he mentioned the bear. He was not only handsome, he was a badass. The story reminded her of her Aunt Finley, another badass. "Do you know Finley? She's my godmother. She hunts bears too." Well, he hadn't hunted it, so to speak, but she was still rather impressed.

But the word infirmary was equally as interesting, as well as his references to herbs and healing. "Are you a Healer?" It seemed rather obvious, which caused her to flush again, but hopefully Ashton wouldn't mind confirming. "I'm not a Healer but I'm a Naturalist. My sister, Raven, is one, though... or she will be, someday." As far as she knew, her black sister was still working on the apprenticeship.