Blackfeather Woods do not enter, like, seriously.

Hecate glanced at the borders as Sister Nemesis discussed the topic of getting rid of trespassers. But when she began to talk about its alright not to like each other, Hecate frowned before hastily calmed her expression. Isn't it important to build trust with your pack mates? Maybe things were different here. 

 Moving onto the topic of trades, Hecate didn't find very important, but she still listened. She was hoping to pursue the trades of being a naturalist and/or a healer.

 After, she began to talk about her wounds. Hecate gave a quick nod towards Sister Nemesis. Honestly, Hecate thought she had enough knowledge to heal completely, but she decided she would find 'Venus'. Her bright blue eyes immediately began to scan the area for herbs and something to heal with. Remembering the wolf, she looked back to the she-wolf (not in the eyes, obviously), who was going to end the tour right here. Hecate politely smiled at the dark wolf and said her thirteenth and fourteenth word for during the whole tour; "Thanks. Goodbye." 

 Hecate was like an old wolf in a young wolf's body. She held many memories and knowledge, too much for a two year old, but natural for a previous alpha. She dragged her mind away from the past and back into reality, in which she had wounds to attend to.