Blackfeather Woods the remedy is the experience

Lane matched the small smile with one of her own. Although the comment was clearly intended as a joke, it was still odd to hear a pack leader liken recruitment to a long-term trade. Lane had always been told that packs were very serious about being a family and “loyalty above all else” and all that jazz. It was a huge reason that her parents declined to join with packs on any of the countless times they were made offers. They wanted free reign to practice medicine without politics interfering.

The conversation turned to Rowan, the other leader—also apparently, the other wolf present. Lane offered the man a nod of respect.

Next, Zephyr mentioned the healer, piquing Lane’s curiosity. The young medic felt certain that any herbalist worth their stuff would know about chervil, but Lane wasn’t about to pass up the chance to chit-chat about medicine with a kindred spirit.

“Deal,” Lane agreed without hesitation.  She looked briefly to the other wolf—Rowan-- waiting for him to confirm the decision.

“May I come in, or would you like me to wait here?” Either way would work, but Lane’s preference would be to visit the healer at her medicine den. That way, she would get to peruse the medicine stores and perhaps learn a little something from the healer here, in turn.

Lane was also secretly hoping she might find a recruit who was up for a little gossip session about this leadership duo. She hadn’t forgotten Zephyr’s offhand comment about seeking followers. Lane’s rebellious side wanted to join up immediately, out of sheer teenage spite for her parents. And perhaps she would, once she learned a little more about these leaders and what Ivory Rose was all about.