[Pack Meeting!] Let's Get On That Dance-floor!

The snowy Master Healer pushed a plant into place in the drying spot she'd found in one of the back caves in the main den. Surreal had been speaking of offering some of the alcoves to those who hadn't yet claimed their own dens, especially since there were so many arranged around the main chamber that could use occupants. Their pack was smaller, and less room was needed for the injured an ill. Of course, with no one really getting hurt, or sick, yet, Kavdaya's workload was quite light.

It didn't stop her from building on her stock piles. It was a habit she had gotten into to stock up her alcove with a few of the plants so they would be withing grabbing range if she was called out on an emergency. These were each wrapped in pieces of a deer hide that had lost it's fur, and dried out, and contained such herbs as what was needed for birthings, setting breaks, working with serious illnesses, and tending serious wounds. The plants that were for the everyday things like cuts, bruises, and colds or chills were stored in the wall of holes in the main chamber; the one wall that didn't have an alcove.

She was just considering checking over the stores in her various places to make sure nothing was growing mold when she heard Surreal's polite, if still firm call for the pack. She'd noticed the excitement in Regulus, and the thoughtful expressions that crossed her cousin's mind, but she was in the dark as far as what was really going on. Oh, well, maybe she'd learn today.

She pulled herself to her paws and took off down the ravine with a bounding run, reveling in the dryness of the ground under her paws. Summer was here, and with it had left her heat. She could traverse Alacritia much further now without worry of accosting males. She slowed as she reached the group. Creed, Faite, Regulus, and Varda were already present, Regulus' friend between his paws. Kavdaya gave Surreal a bright grin and looked for a spot to settle, but her eyes, sharp as ever in their swift assessment of the gathered wolves, did indeed spot a difference. That of Varda's recently acquired wounds.

She averted her path instantly, coming to stop and give the wounds a look. Bite marks. Wolf, too. These weren't fresh, as in the last hour, either. A frown creased the mark between her brows as she caught Surreal's eye, head tipping minutely at the pack's sole hunter before taking a seat beside Varda with Surreal's nod of acknowledgement. The Destruction wouldn't be allowed to escape the Master Healer's attention or treatment, but would be allowed to listen to the news their leader had for them.

Her voice was gentle but firm as she spoke in an undertone to the Destruction woman. "I want to see you in the communal den after this meeting. Surreal does, too. Those need looked at to ensure they don't become infected." The healer's tone. No excuses would be accepted until the wounds were tended. And from the nerves visible to Kavdaya on Varda's posture, there was a story to be had.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think