Avoid the Poison Ivy - Abaven Healing Training

Rhyme wasn't expecting Vail to appear at his warrior training to be honest, but her answer was rather open ended. He didn't have a chance to dive in further as Solor appeared an made comment about fight training as well. He made a good point, but so did Vail as she retorted. He smiled at Shaye as she acknowledged his presence, though if she was surprised she shouldn't have been. Rhythm gave him a passion for healing and his father the skill in fighting. 

Only one more wolf appeared before Vail began her lesson. His periwinkle and lavender gaze were brought back to her rosey form as she started. She knew his name already but he stated, "Rhyme," for the others benefit. They were pack mates after all, and he wasn't being a very good mate if he didn't even know the wolves names. She was quick to point out the garden beyond, and he felt ashamed to admit he didn't know what all was gathered within. Lambs ear and cannabis were familiar to him. He used the former to patch up many of his scrapes and the latter was used more than recreationally within the slaver pack. He had used marigold on bug bites before but alfalfa and valerian were somewhat foreign. 

"I can use all but alfalfa and valerian appropriately." He mentioned, not ashamed to not know. He had focused much of his knowledge on healing his own wounds for years, not having branched out since he was a younger wolf.