Ravensblood Forest walking with giants

Her smile was returned with an eye crinkle of his own, pleased to see she was growing accustomed to the forest. "Between ye and me," his expression softened, "I ain't cut out to be a healer either." He left it unsaid that most of Dreadmurk's doctors had been... recruited against their will, so to say.

At her exhale, Murk sidled closer and settled on his haunches nearby as the pieces of the puzzle began to click into place. It was less the death of her abuela, and more the pawprints she now had to fill that weighed on her heavily. "Ay well, she was right about that. Life is short and nature claims us all eventually." Like the trees in this forest, her abuela had left Mictec room to grow. "So ye gotta live life yer way, not the way she would want ye to." 

The thump thump of his tail echoed her laughter. "Nay, not nearly as interesting as yers, Mic." Perhaps she would stay and teach him her godspeak; Murk let the thought ruminate for now.