Phantom Hollow A Healer's Hands and an Alpha's Heart

She honestly expected to be kicked out of the den for being needlessly nosy, but Veritas surprised her instead. She sat, while Mitanni stood, and began to divulge a bit of the history that had brought her here, that had set her on her course to learn everything that she knew about herbs and healing. It sounded very different from the broken and lonely upbringing the little wolf knew, but the structure and rigidity of it felt less appealing than the freedoms she'd been given from the start.

Still, it would have been nice to have a path set out from the very beginning, and Mitanni did envy her that. Overall she felt lost as to what she should've been doing with herself, and having that ingrained purpose would have made it that much easier.

Her brow quirked into a vague frown for a second as the mottled female thought, but smoothed away quickly as she answered simply, "Not at the moment." Getting the story she had was probably as lucky as she was going to be for the day, and Mitanni wasn't interested in pushing her luck. From the look on Veritas' face it didn't seem like the healer was interested in her inquiries anyway. "I should...probably go before I mess something up," she remarked with another glance around her. If she got too nosy and started poking around, she wasn't sure she could put everything back exactly as Veritas had it, and she didn't want to make enemies over nothing more than carelessness.

Still looking about, she began to walk toward the healing den's entrance.