Only four other wolves trickled into the meeting - an alabaster male, an intriguing green female, one of the Archangel's daughters and the Archangel herself. Seeing as the pack had recently formed, she didn't expect a large crowd. She was quite content with a little, tight-knit group - it meant less unfamiliar faces for her to learn the names of. Was she the only non-healer in the group? The Archangel probably wasn't, unless she held some secret passion for healing that the Destruction didn't know about.
Following behind the Adravendi leader, she seated herself in the main chamber where the meeting would properly take place. Although the meeting wasn't necessarily aimed at her, she still listened intently with erect ears and a curious twinkle in her bicoloured gaze. The lead healer introduced herself and explained a fair bit of her heritage, specifically her facial markings. It was interesting to know the symbolism behind that; whereas the Destruction's own markings were merely a pretty inheritance from her father. Perhaps it could mean something in the future when she became the Master Hunter, or even a more superior rank.
She remained quiet as the Master Healer questioned the other healers, awaiting their responses. She wasn't sure whether or not she could input into the meeting, though decided to listen instead in case she wasn't supposed to. Besides, she didn't have a clue on how to transport the ill. Just...carry them? Oh, she was hopeless in healing.
