Sharpen Your Blades, Keep Them Ready

She and her behemoth of a vibrant red young cousin were late, but not without a good reason. Surreal had tasked them with gathering mud from the shore of the river, and between them, they carried the wet, sticky slop carefully in a deer hide. Once she'd found that a sharp stone could part the hide from the deer if done carefully, Kavdaya had been collecting the hides. So many uses. Kavdaya was familiar wit hthe method of covering an advanced apprentice warrior's eyes to train them for the event of being blinded in a fight. Best to give them the experience of having to rely on their other senses without actually being blind. She had gone through the training herself, and it was a strange experience to be sure. For healers the training was done as well, so that a blind healer would still be able to work his or her trade through scent, taste, and touch, as well as hearing.

Both she and Regulus were liberally spattered with mud, but the snowy Master Healer's eyes twinkled with good humor, and her tail waved just below her hips' height. She would have been chatting to Regulus if her jaws hadn't full of hide. As they came in view of the pack, she ran a quick assessing look around the group gathered, before she and Regulus lowered the mud to the ground beside the boulder and she took her place at the Master healer. Who would she be appointed for a sparring partner? Her eyes ran over the crowd as Regulus departed to hop up onto the boulder beside his mother. She'd just have to listen to find out.

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