Redhawk Caldera skydancer

The way Titmouse's mind worked could be so amusing. He bounced around from thought to thought like a hummingbird moved among flowers, and one had to be quick upon their feet to keep up with him. Fortunately for Raven, she was more than accustomed to his ways. "Anatomy is--" she began, before he abruptly cut her off with his next question, puffing up like a rooster as he asked if the pursuit of medicine would help him become a better warrior. She giggled a little at his sudden change of direction, wagging her tail as she replied, "It would, actually. There are lots and lots of warriors, but not every warrior is trained in medicine. Knowing how to treat injuries would give you a big edge over someone who only knows how to inflict them." She wondered if he might be the first of her siblings to take an interest in her trade, and while it might take some time and patience to teach him with his fleeting attention span, she would be more than happy to pass on whatever knowledge she could to him if he wanted it.