Avoid the Poison Ivy - Abaven Healing Training

Solor was slow to rise, feeling the faint brush of a touch against his cheek, pulling him, almost, from sleep, before he went back under again. He awoke a short time later, finding that he was alone. He shot to his paws in surprise. Wasn’t today the day Vail called for a healers meeting? He hurried to the patch of earth Vail had chosen for her garden, even as a howl split the air. That was her now, summoning wolves to her side.

He had wanted to be the first to arrive, to sit on the sidelines and cheer her on. Of course, she would also realise he knew a little more about herbs then he let on. She would know that regardless, considering he hadn’t been totally useless at helping her plant them.

He had just enjoyed hearing the passion in her tones, her voice raising as she spoke in delight of the herbs around them. This was something she was good at, something she could do better than that bossy Alpha-Sister of hers, and Solor just wanted to hear her talk.

He wasn’t the first to arrive. A meek wolf cringed with a lowered head in front of Vail. now, that was a surprising sight. What wolf would flinch away from the sweet little healer who sat 5” shorter than them, blind, and excluding nothing but sweetness. Solor shook his head in curiosity, and took a seat before Vail. He was in time to hear the words of the dark wolf who already sat beside his girl. He glanced at him, seeing the pattern of a Destruction wolf in the markings beneath his eyes. “You mean you didn’t plan your fight training before the healer one, so we would have some wolves to practice on?” he joked