Sleeping Dragon Come away from the water

The greyscale woman can only smile as she was instructed, trailing her heda as they had done for almost as long as Saria could remember. She had never aspired to be a warrior herself, though Saria was quick on her feet and did not know when to stop. Healing was her passion, her true calling, and more times than she could count Thuringwethil had given her a reason to push her skills. "Kom otaim." Nothing ever worked so easily, everything she knew was a struggle. From birth to death, that was the beauty of life; to push and to grow and to learn. 

Her concern of course was for those that had gone before her - she had been delayed tending to a wolf she had found, but once the female was healed and well she had moved on. Her journey had not come without a price, though, and she worried that leaving her Heda to these wolves might have been a foolish move.