Swiftcurrent Creek Precious and Fragile Things

The tone of the conversation slowly relaxed, and he was pleased to hear of her ready acceptance into the pack. His eyes crinkled slightly at the mention of winter, the most expression his face had shown through the duration of the morning. Just wait till someone gets stuck in the snow. His black lips, stark contrast to his fine white muzzle, contracted with the words, memory laden pools visualizing a rather hopeless creature floundering in the powdery white sea...
The titan's face flickered as he returned to the moment. Do you have any particular strength? We're low on healers, but recently acquired a 'naturalist'.. which I'd never heard of.
He pondered this. Not that he looked much for a 'doctor' type, it had caused a recurrence. His lips pursed in a thin line, knowing very well of who in his family who was a healer. Dovev stepped back, his right ear twitching. No. I am your typical warrior.