Phoenix Maplewood That's the Spirit

Mentally stimulating was definitely understandable; While Nochtli did not thrive on mental stimulation, nor too did she thrive on bloodsport, besides hunting of course. Citali had always seemed to enjoy her chosen path and for this, Nochtli was happy for her, tinged with a touch of jealousy as well. But she was not expecting the question to be turned around on her, ears splaying to the sides of her skull for the moment as she thought. Her answer would not be as concise as Cita's, but only because she had trouble with the answer herself.

"I'm not sure. I thought counseling was what I wanted to do, and maybe it still is, but I guess I'm still a little frustrated with how the whole thing with... Tyrr blew up in our faces." She had tried counseling the boy, tried to get him to see reason but he had practically ignored her on each occasion, though especially the last. That had been when Nochtli had decided enough was enough and simply left the Ridge. "Have you ever felt like you weren't good at healing?"