As You're Falling Down

Pyrrhus’ ears perked at a familiar voice, gaze turning to the familiar form of Renhett. The healer had been the one to tend to her hurts the last time, and the massive femme found her own tail wagging back and forth. She slowed to a stop before the other, dipping her head as a form of respect to the other female. “Aye. They’ve healed nicely thanks to you, Renhett.” Her words were surprisingly gentle. Her ears perked forward and the femme cocked her head to the side before she spoke again.

“I’ve been hoping to run into one of the healers of Abaven actually. You wouldn’t happen to need a paw in gathering up a fresh stock of herbs now that summer has hit, would you?” There was a genuine smile on her face, a kind one, as the behemoth shifted upon her paws. “Or perhaps you’d at least like some sort of company?” Making friends wasn’t the easiest thing for Pyrr at times, but she was trying. Her normal way of making allies was through spars… but with a healer that wasn’t an option.