Blackfeather Woods Welcome to the carnival

Thatcher nodded at her question. She seemed a little surprised at his ready to go attitude. He chuckled a little through his response, Yes now, if you're up to it?   He stood and stretched his long legs, white paws skidding through the dirt. After a quick shake of his caramel brown pelt, he looked back to his new friend with a grin. So where should we start? The things my mother taught me were mostly physical, so if you ever want to be a healer, I can teach you some about fixing sprains and physical therapy. He said, flexing his paws in and out. He was usually pretty patient, but right now he was anxious to get moving.