Redsand Canyon the only way to do great work

phone posting.

She looked from the two of them, her tightly hurled tail swaying softly against her back as a show of friendliness. It was nice to meet those she was to live with, those she would treat as her patients and friends. As she looked over them she noticed they could easily blend within the cliffs and sands of their home, was she the only colorless canine? It was comical to think of how everyone seemed to fit more than herself, a ghost among the saints.

Feather decorated ears flicked to catch both voices, the golden girl spoke firstly greeting the man first as friends and then addressing the dove. "Non.. Ah.. no, I assume not. I am called Dove." She kept her warm smile as her honeyed voice came into play, her eyes moved to the scarred man as he spoke next. She looked over the marks on his face, curious to how he got them. Perhaps she'd ask another time in a more private setting, not everyone always comfortable sharing such personal memories. He spoke of pain and her ears flickered at this, she moved closer before catching herself. "Might I ask where, I believe I can help.." She spoke gentle and gesture as a way of asking to come closer, "I have been trained in the healing arts."