Heron Lake Plateau Is it for the best? My reputation's never been worse

She took a moment to shift her feet under her butt, getting comfortable for Raven's explanation. It was much longer than she'd expected it to be, but even though Raven's passion swept her away on a long-winded ode to caregiving, Fiadh listened raptly the entire time. The medic made several excellent points—up until then, she'd thought she would only be permitted to pursue one particular trade, but the Redhawk reminded her that she could do more than just one thing for the pack. She nodded, putting the reminder away for later consideration.

The black-furred Redhawk sure made caregiving sound like the most rewarding job in the entire world. Raven did a great job of building Fiadh's own hype about her lifestyle—the more the healer spoke, the faster Fiadh's heart beat and the more she felt proud that she had chosen this trade to express interest in. There were some wolves in the pack she didn't ever want to help—well, really only one—but everyone else here was her family. What better way to give back than to take care of all of them?

"That sounds amazing, Raven," Fiadh breathed, tail wagging over the wet ground. "How did you get started? How did you know it's what you wanted to do?"