Emberflame Ridge Aftershock

Warbone sat, watching Wildfire imbibe the given remedy between revealing new bits of fact about herself and the tapestry that had become her life. His tail thumped on the ground quietly, recalling his own siblings, and how several of his own sisters had taken up the healing business— a lot of it had been needed in Tall Timbers— but he wasn't inclined to talk about the relatives he had gone several years without, and had thought about too sparingly to be called concerned with the family he had abandoned. The word "garden" hung with him, though, and olive eyes wandered through Hushed Willows, noting a tranquility to the place that seemed fitting of the word that had unwittingly become prevalent in his thoughts.

"You did not wish to take up the trade yourself?" he asked after a long moment pooled between them, turning his head slowly back towards the prone wolf. "I imagine you need this type of knowledge... more than most," he remarked dryly, eyes shining as he made use of her curreant predicament to encourage a career choice that involved protecting herself rather than one— like scaling foreign mountains— that caused her harm.