Little Medics [Pup Healing Lesson]

Viviane popped up from out of a half-dug hole in the ground. At over six months old she was a slender, gangly little thing, half finished and gawky looking despite her profuse golden fur. Her ears pricked towards the sound of someone calling for her and her siblings. Well, the left one pricked towards it. The right ear was still exasperatingly floppy and much to her dismay managed to make the already pup-scrawny girl look even younger. No floppy ear could keep her down for long, though, as the little pixie snatched up the doll she'd pieced together out of sticks and grass and laced-together leaves, and bounded off to answer the call. Training! Hopefully not more awful fight training, though her mom insisted that they needed to defend themselves. She skidded to a halt in the stone circle, beaming at her brother who'd beaten her there. "Cai-o," she squeaked a greeting as best she could around the makeshift doll. She set it down carefully next to her - oh no, she was missing a leg, she'd have to find another stick leg once training was done - and settled herself down to gaze at the pack's healer with bright, expectant eyes.