Otatso Wetlands the other side

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Amekaze steadied the splay of her ears before it could become too noticeable. While she listened, the subject moved to questions not long after while she wondered of the Creek wolves and still did not know what to think of them. Ferdie came to mind first, but then the ocean-bathing shaman was not long after. Then there had been the sterling brute upon the mountainside and now this (seemingly personable, so far) light-furred yearling.

Since she appreciated the pale wolf's saying she would not mention her, Ame decided she ought to entertain a few answers at the very least. I do, she nodded simply with an idle flick of her tail. Not being the type to elaborate, she was braced for more questions to eventually follow. Not exactly a practicing one, no.. On anyone but herself this was the case. Amekaze only knew enough to keep her own wounds from festering and some bare-bones about herblore.. It was the basics of a skill she had gained as a yearling amongst her father's wolves (necessary, in the violent nature of the times) but hoped to polish to something greater one day though. Why do you ask? her head tilted subtly; no one had ever asked this before so she did not know where it came from, or if anything about her said "healer" in particular.