The Sentinels Hi-dilly-ho, neighborino!

Arlighty!

The doctor inclined her head, eyes sparkling as she regarded her becoming new friend. She was as kind as she was quick to learn - a good girl, by all accounts. The doctor found no fault in her, and the scrappy shewolf's tail flipped happily as she imagined other meetings with the pretty child. Though unlike Shink, the girl awoke no strange and or fleeting urgings toward motherhood, the doctor was glad that she wanted to learn, and was willing to impart all knowledge on the subject of healing and herbs.

"I will be happy to aide you as you have aided me," she said to the girl, plans of furture lessons already half-formed in her mind. "Thank you, and thank you again."

The girl made her intent to depart clear, and the doctor dipped her head once more. Goodbye, she thought, though she was still too dizzy to depart herself. It would come in time, and she would rather make her recovery on her own than in the presence of another - even one as harmless as sweet Deirdre.

Content between the relative safety of the two great packs, the doctor laid down her head to sleep off the jimson weed. She had the last herb she needed, and all would be well.