Hideaway Strath Do you? Can you? Have you? When?

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Posie tilted his head as Akira revealed information about her pack. His one ear pricked while his other flopped to the side curiously, remembering back to his own packs. He hummed in thought, "None of my packs had that sort of system. Instead, each rank was a sort of stepping stone."

As soon as Akira asked him if he was learning medicine, he beamed proudly. "I am!" He shuffled with embarrassment at his own enthusiasm, averting his gaze shyly. "Well, I mean, yes. I know only basics though, but know a few all-around tips and tricks for illnesses and even wounds." He raised his paw and rubbed at his ear, lowering his head to reach before he returned. He cleared his throat, [b]"What task has been suited you, dear Akira?" He smiled, having a sure feeling that Akira had many talents. He felt as though she could be anything—maybe she was a warrior! Or, maybe she makes for a good storyteller. Navigator? The latter would probably make the most.