Blood on my Hands

His query was not unfounded. "To learn more of them," she hummed. "I can teach you." It would give her ample opportunity to learn more of the man. And while she knew not of names, she knew of sight, of scent, of when a poison was useful and useless. She would not have him be caught unawares by a poison he did not know and that another saboteur would. It could not be had. As she thought of it, she determined she would teach the rest of the pack of this. It could only help, even if they knew what to avoid.

As for medicinal matters, her mate knew some and Kapvik knew others. She would have them both teach her. As a leader, she felt responsible for the lives of her wolves. If they could be saved, she would assist. If their legs were broken... well, they were beyond help, and she would aid them in putting them out of their misery. She presumed a slow death would be the most miserable of them all, and would not have a comrade suffer it.