Bearclaw Valley Because he was a better boy, and more loved by the angels

His affirmation settled in her heart; it diffused into the blood there and was pumped through her veins with every beat. He believed she would be worthy, and the way he said it made her feel that it was the truth. She smiled a little, her gaze falling from his chin to rest on her front paws a few moments. 

When he spoke again, she looked up to his chin once more. My willingness to learn, she told him. I want to be a healer—to help the pack when someone is sick or injured. She knew this truth deeper than any she had ever heard before. The claws of her mind sank into this wish and held on. Now she couldn't imagine doing anything else. She waited then, suddenly a little nervous about what he would think of her plan.