Altar of Twilight Sipping on fire

Another cant of the marred head; confirmation.  “Ze more common word for it is ‘healing’; but I was raised on ze previous term. Still, yes: healing, mending, foraging ... seeing to greenery, tending to ze bodily hurts of others.”  The stricken fell quiet, then, as the other wolfess went on to express her own interests; which likened in her mind to—

“So, you favor ... roaming? Story-telling?”  For all of her own loquaciousness, it was a welcome reprieve to speak so effortlessly with another ... especially amongst these gleaming halls where she had been first struck down.  “You must have tread a long path to get to ze Wilds, no?”  An absent flicker of thin ears.  “Have you spun any tales to others, yourself? Or have you yet to?”