Redsand Canyon Gently, Gently walk among us

Reyson stood in quiet study. This wolf knew well about warriors too, much like he did. They were both a different type of animal, a different type of wolf. There was nothing wrong with that, for it talks all kinds to make a world.

Reyson studied him and his words. Healers are better than all of us. She ever needs help, you ever need help. You let me know. Though Reyson wasn't fond of such a thing. He offered his help to this misty warrior for the sake of his wife. As far as Reyson was concerned. Healers were indeed better than all of them. They helped, they healed, whereas he hurt and killed. Yes, Healers were infinitely better than anyone else.

A small twitch of his lip was all he showed at the mention of pups. Pups make me nervous. Too little.