Otatso Wetlands to know me as hardly golden.

Fin smiled at his words, feeling rather proud of herself that she had known that at all. She hadn't spent too much time near the sea, but had run into wolves who had. Many of her knowledge of healing, she had gleaned from other travellers or from healers at the packs she'd stayed with recently during her wandering. That was before coming to the Teekon Wilds to stay, though, at a time that seemed like a million years away from then.

"Erm..." Fin replied, faltering at his next question, "Sometimes it is. Empathy, you know... Sympathy pains." She grinned meekly, still unwilling to admit that she was the clumsy fool who'd once lunged at a goat, missed, and gone tumbling down the face of a mountain.