Broken Antler Fen Get me some food.

Brandy nodded, following by her alphas flank quietly as she thought. What would life be like, being a healer? She would need to learn all the herbs, something she wasn't totally keen on, but the prospect of helping her packmates was one that shone. Perhaps there was another way to help so directly?
As Sebastian said, she shouldn't know as a yearling. There was time, much more time, to figure out her life. Maybe for now she should be worried about her mate, her pack: survival. All that. With one last lemon gaze to the charcoal male, Brandy dipped her head respectfully. 
         "It seems I have a lot of thinking to do, Sebastian. Excuse me, alpha?"