Whitebark Stream verlorener bruder

She stashed away the knowledge he shared, intrigued deeply by it all, of course. Ready to share it as well with Duskfire's growing collection of medics. Imaq, Rye, Lane... she had grown a little group within the pack it seemed.

Don't mind at all. A soft shake of her head. Admittedly, I was not as good as my peers in other tasks and I found a comforting peace in healing. Something soothing in the sorting and collection, the knowledge of each plant I collect. Small hum of fondness at the end of her words. Tail swished slow and steady behind her.

What of you?