Whitefish River No clouds, we shoot them out the sky

It's nice to meet you, Dauntless, Speedy replied after dropping another sliver of bark on her pile. He seemed to catch on pretty quickly without any direction from her, making her gathering far more efficient than if she had continued to do this on her own. A few more slivers would be enough for now. She lifted herself back up against the tree and peeled off more bark, walking back over to the pile where Dauntless was depositing his own piece. She smiled at his question and nodded. Yep, she answered. I'm a healer, usually of physical injuries, but I also help with emotional stuff too if anyone ever needs it, she explained in more detail than was probably warranted, but she couldn't help herself when she spoke of her work. She found that most were far more willing to allow her to help with physical ailments than talk to her about what might be going on inside their mind, but she liked helping either way. What about you? she asked, inspecting the pile. How do you like to keep yourself busy? She looked to him, her expression one of genuine interest; she always like to know more about her packmates.