The Heartwood aupaqtuq ⏜

"It can totally be a trade," Lane encouraged Kukutux. "Isn't it really just like a kind of counseling, or coaching?" Lane was pretty sure all that touchy-feely stuff was considered a trade, at least for some packs. 

"You too, friend." Lane knew better than to attempt that tongue-twister of a name out loud. She really meant the sentiment, though. She was enjoying their conversation, and she liked the long, roundabout way that Kukutux spoke. Normally, Lane was all about efficiency and pragmatics, but listening to Kukutux forced her to slow down in a way that felt oddly nice. Relaxing. 

"Oh, a boyfriend," Lane chimed in, supplying her word for an ugi. Her voice was a little wistful. Traveling got lonely at times, and Lane kind of wished she had an ugi for herself. She should probably be trying harder to find one before all the boys her age got tied down and married, it's just that she was always so busy...

She listened to Kukutux's explanation, which made sense. She could see how the Heartwood would be a good shortcut, and a good place to protect a traveler from the weather for a short time. Kukutux also mentioned a bachelor in her homepack. Lane's ear twitched, betraying her interest. She almost asked more about him, but something about the word wife held her back. Was Lane really ready for that? She hadn't even had her first heat yet. And again, she was just so busy. If she couldn't promise any pups, and she couldn't promise any time, did she really have any business signing up to be a wife? 

"Yeah," Lane confirmed. Wanderer was a good word for it. "I'm working for the Glen for now. But once the weather clears and they're all patched up.. we'll see." She shrugged. Lane hadn't promised Antares anything permanent, after all. "I'm a traveling medic," she explained.