Cedar Sweep I wonder what it's like to be my friends

Arlette smiled at the male. It was refreshing to talk about healing in such way. She had to chuckle at his last comment. "I can imagine. Try to work on practical skills as well, like how to tend to a wound instead of learning botanics. That was what worked for me anyhow," she offered him. "I can teach you if you like," she spoke kindly.

"A god?," she commented, repeating him. She thought about it. The saints didn't really have a god. She then shook her head. "No I can't say I do," she admitted. "I have not grown up with religions or beliefs like other wolves might have." Her mother had created her own religion and beliefs it seemed.