The Destruction listened with interest as the other woman explained how healing quite possibly ran in her family. She described her grandmother being an excellent healer, who had also taught her at a young age. A small smile blossomed to her alabaster features at the thought though melancholy momentarily arose. She hadn't ever met her grandparents and she couldn't remember much about them either. They had moved to Threar like her, though soon died of a sickness. She wished she could have known them; perhaps they knew old yet useful hunting techniques that she could have learnt. "I think it was a hunt I did as a pup with my brothers," she responded to the female's inquiry, trying to recall the fuzzy memories. "They eventually had to team up to find the prey. I did it all by myself." A chuckle left her lips. "My father also influenced me. He always helped me polish my hunting skills." He was gone too. In fact, everyone was gone.
