Redsand Canyon Where Warriors Tread, Healers Dread

She had not howled, because she hadn't been sure what she was doing yet. And she hadn't set her furs down. Though she took a second to take in the man that greeted her. Black and white, that was disappointing, but she had not lied when she had said she wouldn't discriminate. She quickly lay the skin down. The sides falling open to show her herbs and other such things.

This one apologizes. I was debating whether or not to call, when you beat me to it.

She tilted her head and looked down at her rabbit skin, ears laid flat to her head. I am a healer. You look like warriors. Warriors always need healers.

A soft shift, a straightening of her spine and she nodded. So i came to offer my services if you are in need of a healer.