Jade Fern Grove all that remains of you is a crackle of your energy

she did not blink at his question. it was a perfectly reasonable one, as far as she was concerned. she had treated him with a level of confidence that suggested she had more than a passing interest. however, the answer to that was difficult to explain. at least in the sense of she was not willing to open that particular book. not a stranger. perhaps not anyone. instead, she gifted him a simple answer. though more complicated than a few words, easier to speak of.

"the body is a fascinating object" she breathed "each one is more different than the next." limitations, personal or physical, challenged her to seek a better alternative. to what, that remained to be seen. should she be an author in realism, she would publish her works. as a wolf, she could not hope to do such a thing. perhaps it was basic; the care of others was the alternative she sought. she just did not know it herself.

"I seek to know how it works, for true" she added, giving him an even simplier answer. it wasn't just healing. it was adverse effects, conditions of the mind and body, and other such things. many liked to keep it basic; she wanted to open up everyone and see what made them tick. how morbid indeed. "what skills do you possess?" she asked of him. perhaps there was something he could add to her growing collection.