Thunder Dome No one's telling me the cure

she's somewhat surprised when the stranger stops to observe.  while it isn't particularly alarming, she hasn't grown to anticipate the wolves of these lands' interest in healing or otherwise.   natshana glances up at him, heeding his scarred muzzle and the stark cut of his musculature.  though she knows it's foolish to make assumptions, she cannot help but speculate that this wolf is yet another warrior.

"no," her simple answer comes as she finishes transferring the poultice in full to its designated spot on the leaf. "i am rehearsing to keep my techniques sharp," the subtle lilt and ambiance of her voice suggests that english is not her primary language; however, she is not keen to feign a lack of understanding for the common tongue today.  it has not worked well for her thus far. "do the healing arts interest you?" one of her brows incline slightly; all the while, her moon-yellow eyes seem half-hooded.

"if you are so keen, perhaps i may practice on you."