Ouroboros Spine moons

Aureli dipped his head in assent, speaking a firm, "All are welcome." That they did not have a designated healer, even an untrained one, was something he hoped he might be able to rectify. "I can return to offer more lessons, if any of you find yourself called to the vocation," he went on. "This is part of the Guild's mission. Every pack should have at least one dedicated healer."

That was his opinion, anyway.

Arrluk called them beyond the borders, deeper into the territory. Aureli gave his apprentice an encouraging look once the leader's back was turned. "What do you think?" he asked the boy. "Shall we turn you loose after tomorrow morning's lesson?"

He'd not yet consulted the boy, and was not sure if he actually wanted to meet the other children.

The dens they came to were not filled with the scent of herbs, nor filled with ailing wolves. Aureli regarded them with a quiet pang in his heart; he assumed they had been abandoned when this pack's moonwoman was lost to them.

He turned to Arrluk.

"My apprentice and I will gather some herbs this evening — things that can be dried and stored for later use," he informed the young leader. "With your blessing, I'd like to hold the first lesson here, at dawnlight tomorrow."