Vana moved sulkily with the utmost of dignity from her den in the general direction of her mentor's. It wasn't hard to find - it had used to be Vana's father's den and she'd spent time there as a very young pup, before she had taken over. Even if she hadn't had reason enough to be avoiding her mentor, Vana had been given all the more reason to when her father had mentioned that Rhythm was pregnant. She didn't doubt that her father was wise, that he had good intentions... but why her? Vana knew the woman was trouble, she just knew it. How did her daddy know that Rhythm wasn't going to just run back to Abaven with his kids once she had them? What was it he knew that Vana didn't, what was it that had made him so smart? How did he just know these things while she herself struggled just to feel that connection to others she craved?
But in the end she couldn't very well continue avoiding her mentor if she was going to learn anything about healing - and what was she going to learn anyway, how to convince boys to make her pregnant? Ugh no thanks - so thinking very uncharitable, rude, and otherwise just plain ornery things she stalked to the Destruction woman's den. "Rhythm?" she called out sourly from the entrance. Something smelled a bit strange - some flavor she couldn't quite place. She scowled to herself, brow knitting as she sniffed. Something had changed just the tiniest bit about Rhythm's scent since the healers' meeting...
