Sun Mote Copse Twinkle Twinkle toes

Maiken leaned forward ears, ghosted atop her head, swiveled as she listened. One forward, one back and vice versa. She liked what this queen had to say. There was a pack here, was there. It would be good for Maiken to find a home.

Do you have rigid rules in your pack? Say if someone was to inquire of healing, would a healer be forbidden to help? She wondered at this. She could not join a pack that would not allow her to ply her trade to all who needed it. It was why she was a healer, her art was not for simply those she knew. No, it was for all kinds. 

She smiled at the Warchiefs  words. Your scars tell a most becoming story. one that I would like to hear someday. But it takes all kinds to make a world go round, and some's interests lie in different things. But Warriors and healers need each other. In my opinion anyway.