Dawnlark Plains I'll see what tomorrow brings

"You medicine wolf?" she asks the man after he tells her. Zola's head tilts, knowing both males and females could be in the healing arts. Medicine men for males. ...Witches mostly for female. Somehow, there was sexism attached to the word 'healer' for a woman. Many overly eager men liked to blame healer women on mistakes, calling them witches and snakes. But only if there was a screw up.

Yet she knew somewhat what he spoke of. "Moss? Dis what you look for?" the woman went on, noting his own accent and foreignness. She wished to know if there were others like her around. Others from Africa. Others from lands beyond what she knew. It would appear so, else she would assume that the Teekons had their own language. Their own culture. It was a hodgepoge of various beliefs.

She did not know what to think thus far. "I help" Zola proclaimed, having never been one to ignore another's quest.