She was struggling to get around on her leg, it was definitely a hard transition to adjust to. She felt almost entirely useless to the pack and it worried her a little at heart. She could barely pull even her own weight with the pack duties that were given to all the members and she was truly waiting for Recluse to kick her to the curb. She was an outsider from the close knit family and though she was extremely social and friendly especially to strangers, it seemed like she didn't have enough time to get around the pack wolves yet. Recluse requested to get the stores up and that's how Muzet had been mostly spending her time. The splint on her leg was uncomfortable as she wandered the nook. She didn't want to go too far from the pack considering the circumstances but she certainly wasn't going to sit in her den all day and do nothing and expect to be catered to. So instead she would attempt to try and find something that would help the pack. But there wasn't really anything she could do especially being stuck inside or close by. Walk "Talk" Think

Jigsaw was absently exploring the entire world [Read: Habari and it's surrounding territories] in search of every herb that ever existed to bring back to Recluse and prove to the alpha that he deserved the position of best-healer. As far as he was aware no others had yet approached the alpha for the position and in his mind, that meant it was available and for the taking. He had to act fast and get a lot of experience under his belt, and so it was very rare the boy would walk more than 10 minutes without skidding to a stop to collect a colorful plant from the ground. These stops were much more frequent in Redbud Nook, as it was probably the most colorful of all places he'd ever seen.

He recognized the wolf up ahead and gasped - a patient! The one who'd been injured and had a crazy story to go along with it. Jigsaw bounded up to her so fast he nearly tripped over himself, chest puffing with exertion as he came up directly in front of her and reached back to root around in his bag. He pulled out a few different colored flowers, but decided upon the one he had the most of so far. "Here, eat this!" The pup placed the blades of grass upon his paw and held it out to her, waiting with wide eyes for his patient to take his first ever prescription.

Muzet wasn't entirely fond of children, but she certainly wasn't a nasty-throw them to the curb type of lady. She'd only look down to the pup with a raised brow as he eagerly approached her. He'd rummage through his bag and Muzet would only crane her neck a little to peak inside the bag to see a few flower heads and perhaps just too much ordinary grass, or from what she could see. She would hold herself back from laughing at the sight, though she found it rather cute instead of pathetic. And he would put his paw out containing some of the grasses he had stocked up on. Her nose went down to sniff the grasses, a brow raised again as her eyes looked up to his eager face, and she wouldn't see any harm in playing the game. She licked up the grasses from his paw, it wasn't necessarily enjoyable to gnaw on or swallow but she couldn't say no to that face. Sure he needed some real lessons and it probably wasn't the best idea to let him get away with the silly shenanigans but she wasn't his mother, and she wasn't a party pooper. "Well gee, thanks." She cooed, raising up to sit on her haunches, trying to place her stiff splinted leg in a comfortable position. "Think I'm feeling better already." Magic grasses surely weren't a thing, but to his little happy mind he was helping her. "And what's the name of the hero that came to my rescue?" Walk "Talk" Think

He waited as patiently as a pup his age could manage as she accepted his treatment, giving a firm nod of approval like a real healer might to encourage his patient. When she said her leg was already feeling better, Jigsaw felt his heart might explode with excitement but aside from the uncontrollable rapid tapping of his forepaws he tried to show none of it. What was next after you gave a patient a medicine? Oh, right, a treatment plan! "Good, good." Jigsaw said in reply, his tone incredibly serious. "You shouldn't be walking on that leg, I'm prescribing no more walking. Until it's all fixed." However... he sure as hell couldn't carry her, and if he was prescribing bed rest he couldn't let her walk by herself either otherwise he was letting her break his rule. What a conundrum. The next step in the plan: finding someone to force this silly wolf back into her den.

The thought of how professional and intellectual he thought he was, it was pretty amusing. And Muzet couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle as composed as possible, in no way seeming insulting at least. "Well there's still plenty to do for the pack, I need to help in any way I can right?" She'd question, though not prepared for a very serious answer. If anything Muzet could help keep the healing den stocked from the surrounding lands. But hunting was definitely out of the question. "Besides, a little bit of movement is healthy, don't want a stiff leg when it's done with the splint. " She'd go to stand as if to walk with the young boy, maybe just a habit of company if anything. She wouldn't go to sit back down immediately though, if he insisted on sending her back to her den she would at least talk joy in that little bit of out time. "I promise I'll only come out of my den for special pack duties, alright?" As if she was announcing an oath, "Now are you going to tell me your name or no? Mine's Muzet." Her attitude was nothing but kindness and a bit of fake obedience. But there was no harm in playing along with his hopes and dreams or whatever was on his mind. He should stay a kid for as long as he could. Walk "Talk" Think

Jigsaw didn't expect his first patient to be an argumentative one, and he stood dumbfounded and grasping for words as she gently shut down his treatment plan. What did healers do when their patients refused to listen? What did healers do when the patient maybe knew more medicine then the healer? Jigsaw frowned in thought, glancing up at the woman with an expression that could only be read as defeat. If he wasn't careful, his entire plan would all fall into the mud when Recluse learned he allowed a patient to defy his professional wishes. That wasn't very lead-healer like. "You're right, you can do some small things." He conceded, though his tone said he knew it all along. "But you can only come out of your den if it's really important. If you want, I can come see you in the morning and bring you things to do when I give you your checkups." There. Situation salvaged.

He sat himself down and placed his bag of herbs to the side, he sure as heck wasn't going to be responsible for walking the injured wolf around the territory so if she wanted to talk, they could talk here where her leg could heal. "I'm Jigsaw!" He announced proudly, though his expression dropped into thoughtfulness for a brief moment as he wondered, should I have introduced myself as Dr. Klein? oh well, too late now. "I'm going to be promoted soon, I just know it. I'm so excited. What are you going to be?" The pack was all so new, Jigsaw could recognize their faces but couldn't guess to what rank they held or were to hold.

She enjoyed his dramatic defeat as much as his eagerness for his ambitions. It was all super cute and adorable through her eyes, even if her back-talk was draining his process for doing his job well. "That sounds like a plan to me." She'd give him a wink to his offer. It wouldn't hurt for him to come around and do his "checkups" on her or give her silly tasks to do. Anything to help his growth perhaps. He wanted to be promoted? Well he probably had a long way to get his experience in. It was good to see him starting early and at least knowing what he wanted. Muzet couldn't say she felt the same. She was kind of a jack of all trades but the fact that she didn't really excel in anything particular was a little nerving to her. Especially looking down at the pup so driven to a goal. And now with her broken leg she was just starting to feel useless and like dead weight around here. "Wow, a promotion sounds pretty cool. I bet you'll get it in no time." "Hm, I'm not sure what I want to do yet. Does a scout or a spy sound better to you?" She was sure either would sound pretty cool to him, or maybe he was just hard-core healer. It wouldn't hurt her feelings at least, she knew better than to take a young one's word to heart. Still, it was probably the best time if any to start thinking of her decisions while her leg healed. Walk "Talk" Think

Already Jigsaw was formulating a plan, mentally preparing for the next checkup and wondering what kind of fun things he could bring her to do to keep her entertained and following his treatment. The pup was still distractable however and his thoughts were quite easily steered away as she continued. "Oh yeah, I'll get it soon." He agreed. It was only a matter of time before Recluse saw his talent for what it was, that much he was sure. When she asked upon what her path in life should be, the boy's face grew serious and thoughtful. This was an adult question, and the fact that she was posing it towards him made him feel that much more respected. "I think a spy sounds cooler.. but more dangerous." As a healer, should he be recommending wolves away from jobs that meant they might get harmed? Or did it just mean he was supposed to mind his business and heal them anyway? He supposed every pack needed fighters, or hunters, or even spies. "You'd probably see more of the world as a scout though and I really like exploring. I think you should do what you're best at, and you don't seem very sneaky." "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

She'd nearly spit through her teeth as he had mentioned she didn't seem very sneaky. If he was only a bit older he could probably see how sneaky she really was. Not that she was looking down at the pup in any kind of attraction but the thought sure was funny. Muzet thought herself to be misleading and strategical in her thoughts and actions. But Jigsaw must not have been old enough for her to even try her conniving attitude on him. At least she was more down to earth with Recluse and her pack anyway. "You're pretty smart for your age, you know?" Though her intention was mostly to make him feel good about himself and confident, not that he already wasn't, she couldn't deny that it seemed true. Muzet at his age was on a strict learning and training schedule, and she sure as hell didn't enjoy it. Not to say she wasn't intelligent but she didn't take extra time to find her interests in herbs or weather patterns. Regardless of her parents scolding her for wanting one or the other. She was definitely rebellious in her teachings as she learned that what was expected of her wasn't necessarily much. But still somehow too much. "You ready to escort me back to my den then?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow, "And I can mull over my options." Walk "Talk" Think