The Art of New Life [Birthing Lesson!]

Justice's ears flicked up, hearing a call from her brother echoing across the plains. Not for her specifically, but for all the healers, and though it was commanding it wasn't urgent. That meant one thing. A training session, finally. The fight training had turned out to be a surprisingly fun learning experience, but she had been waiting impatiently for one of the trained healers to remember that they were supposed to be teaching the apprentices. She'd never been assigned a mentor, let alone one specifically for healing, and she'd been gone for the only one that Regulus' mate had held, so she at least had never even gotten a single lesson. Well, it seemed that was finally going to change.

She wasted no time getting from the border to the cave system most of the Adravendis and healers stayed in, but she hesitated when she came within sight of the ravine. She hadn't been back since her mother died, avoiding the memories of sitting there with her wasting away and never responsive, the memories of being able to do nothing.

But Paladin was standing there at the end of the ravine and would probably see her shortly if he hadn't already, so she refused to show that hesitation and the mixed feelings that washed through her. Instead she fixed on a cocky expression and continued her trot up to here he was.

"About time," she snarked, poking a paw at his ribcage as she came up to her slightly taller, but slimmer, sibling. "I figured at this rate Regulus' rugrats were going to be adults by the time someone thought to do a healer's meeting."