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A vaguely familiar scent brought her here, and Caoimhe moved from forest to oceanfront in record time. But she was met not with the face she had expected, and upon arrival she wheeled around. Her eyes fell to each individual, and her eyes widened with interest as she noted herbs coming from the lips of the wolf of Donnelaith. Caoimhe decided belatedly to draw nearer after that, knowing of herbs and treatments from home. It had been a requirement; she and her sisters were raised in a house of learning doctors to be healers, as their mother had been. 

The sight of Rosalyn, a wolf she had never met, was enough to make one sick. It was clear she had been through some serious incident. Caoimhe did not pale or withdraw upon noticing this. Caoimhe hadn't experienced a healing to this degree, but was eager to watch and learn. What the leader had brought Caoimhe was not sure how to regard; she had never dealt with seaweed in her time as a medic apprentice, as she and those she had run with were solely forest dwellers. Caoimhe kept her head bowed and did what she could to keep out of the way, slipping closer on her belly to get a better look.