Noctisardor Bypass Going Forward--->

At Mawk's question, Rhona nosed the plants she had collected at her paws. "I want to be a healer!" She then paused a moment. "A medic." She spoke again, the term that seemed to used in this area of the world. "I was gathering some plants I remember my grams telling me about and trying to remember others." Her grandmother, Saoirse, was the healer of Rhona's home pack and had been training her before she left. Rhona's mother was an accomplished hunter and that kept her busy enough. She didnt have time to play around with plants, as she would say, so Rhona would take up the position. Rho had always been interested in plants and their properties anyway, so it worked out that way.

Then Rhona left. There was a large hole in her heart where her grams was supposed to be and she didn't think it would ever be filled. She focused again on the curly tailed male in front of her. He stated he was working on becoming an ambassador and a mercenary. "What would you do as an ambassador?" She asked curiously, interested. She knew a mercenary was like a warrior and she thought she knew what an ambassador was, but she wasn't sure what purpose one would serve.