Moonspear pure imagination

She mentioned her conversations with other wolves again, piquing Pie’s curiosity. Kindle had probably been one of them, though suddenly that thought filled her with the chagrin it was due… if not for exactly the right reason. She gently cleared her throat and prepared to ask her for more details when Kira delicately flopped to the ground and declared she aspired to become a healer.

Tiuttuk stared down at her, a smile creeping over her face. Walking her paws forward, she sank into a sphinx pose facing the other she-wolf, wondering about the exasperated body language. Maybe that wasn’t it. Perhaps she was just relaxed in Pie’s company, the two of them settling into a proper Girl Talk™. That filled Pie with a strange mixture of guilt and pleasure.

That’s an excellent vocation, Tiuttuk opined. She thought about mentioning her anaa, but instead she asked, Have you met Alaric yet?

He would make a wonderful mentor, though Treepie had a suspicion that Kira already knew that. She’d heard about Alaric’s healing circles and guessed that the Lazore may have joined one and perhaps discovered her calling there. Her tail tapped the brittle grass, her misplaced jealousy swiftly transforming into an intrigued sort of admiration that was certainly helped along by the pretty sweep of dark eyelashes.