Moonspear I think I maybe think too much

She spoke, a lot more than he was used to for someone he just met. But it was not without purpose. She was the medic, or at least training to be the medic. Wolves with some knowledge in medicinal herbs were always treated with some kind of mixture of disrespect and fear, especially if they were male. Most of the medics were slaves; the Dotharan, even the women, were warriors, scouts and hunters, not flower-pickers. But he did not disrespect her, unlike some of his counterparts. Azzaro was training to be a healer.

No, He rumbled, wondering what else she would try and pry out of him.