Redsand Canyon Gently, Gently walk among us

Reyson nodded. No not yet. These were not lessons little ones should learn. He surprised himself at the vehement thought. He had always found his solace in duty, in being willing to die for those around you, and he had taught that lesson to many, young and old. However, now he was loathe to teach such a lesson to pups he had seen playing in the outside, pups he had spoken with their parents.

Reyson didn't push and he didn't ask. Family names, let it be at that. Strong names. Strong boys. That was all he would say on the subject.

Reyson's ears went forward, and he nodded his head. I would be glad too, though if one wants to be a healer like your wife. I'm afraid I won't be much good. I know how to get the wounds, not heal them. He offered a small lift of the one side of his maw.