Redsand Canyon i will always think about you,

For awhile, they worked in tandem and in silence, both of which Aquene preferred. The work gave her time to settle thoughts in her own head, and she was eager to be afforded such opportunities. She started to admit that her trade was accidental, and it caused Aquene’s ears to perk in interest. There was a part of her that craved to know more about this mysterious woman. A woman had taken her in and taught her what she knew. Aquene wanted to ask the extent of her knowledge, but she did not.
 
The question came in turn and Aquene hummed. Not everyone understood the pains that came with the healing profession as others did. “I was born.” She stated simply before turning her gaze to the other woman. “In my birth pack, women were trained from the youngest possible age to heal, and men to fight…” She offered a little more context with a soft sigh. “I was good at it… and a good thing too. As a child of the alpha I was expected to take lead of the healers upon my mother's passing.” She left it at that, her tone implying she would not take more questions about why she was not still there or how she came to be about Mereo. “My mother used to wake me up in the dead of night with stems, their leaves ripped completely off, quizzing me until I could not identify a plant or it’s properties wrong. I treated soldiers returning with gaping wounds, amputees, mothers delivering children… I saw it all from the time I could walk and comprehend what my mother said to me.”