Swiftcurrent Creek The crow and the butterfly.

It was no personal stab at Paarthurnax that Danica ignored her. Fickle even in the best of times, she couldn't really be bothered to care at this moment about meeting the new members of the Creek. She just wanted to get this done so she could go back, lie down, and dream of training up and besting the ebony girl next time they met (if there was a next time).

Bazi's anger on her behalf took Danica by surprise. It elicited a small chuckle from the golden Theta. "My fault, really. Gotta learn to keep my defense up." She was aware that her defensive fighting needed some work. She also was aware that she probably shouldn't have gone into the Sunspire alone. It had been a stupid move, but what was done was done.

At the word 'medic', though, Danica's ears flattened. She'd known this would have to happen sooner or later but had been hoping later... much, much later. Purely a warrior, she had no knowledge of healing, nor did she have any interest in it. Thus she would essentially be trusting this strange wolf to poke around her injuries, putting strange things on them. That thought had never sat well with her, even when it was a healer who had been a part of the pack for a while. "You know, I think I'm good, or I will be after a couple days off my feet." She looked at Paarthurnax nervously. She would have moved to back away but Bazi was pressed up against her uninjured side, holding her in place. She'd needed healers before, but every time it was a struggle within her to conquer this mistrust.