The Sentinels It leaves you baby

While a bit upset she would have to drag the topic back up (in full, rather than summary), Aria respectfully obliged to her request to know what a battle medic was. "You were either both to a ranked family or you weren't- but those who weren't obviously couldn't all be omegas so they were just trained under three known trades- hunting, fighting, and healing. I was labeled as a fighter which means I only practice my battle moves and tactics, but was later moved into the medic bracket as well. So, in battles I was expected to not only fight but make sure the wounded and dead were removed from the field and cared for." It was a long, and perhaps boring, explanation. She'd implied that she was that she was born to a rank technically lower than Omega and was part of a pack so large she was part of an army- practically. 

She gave a gentle shrug. "I learned enough to function on my own for a while," she said, almost in defense of her humble beginnings. She was glad she never had to actually go out onto the field. Her job was unfair (in her eyes) and she felt she was one of the most vulnerable out there; she felt she was worth more than such.

The girls tail wagged a little when Osprey asked of her favorite, and she smiled brightly. "I think they all go well together," she told her, eyes shining as she thought of all three. "I'd really count the three as one but, I have always had a love for pups," she told her, a bit bashfully. She really was too young to have a family of her own, and she knew that, but she was extremely jealous of every litter she saw. This too was unfair; why didn't she have a mate and children of her own?