Hay There

*Rhythm* · 02-16-2019, 02:42 PM

Rhythm stirred curiously as the call for healers rang out from the range. She was, as usual, relaxing on her boulder above the den listening to the buffalo shift pass by. She hadn’t immersed herself back into pack life quite yet, and a meeting of healers seemed the perfect opportunity. As she moved from the knolls to the range the rain grew steadily worse and she felt soaked by the time she arrived. She shook herself of the cold precipitation as she entered the barn and made herself comfortable by Chaos and the she wolf she had yet to meet yet.

She was glad to have been given a rank, retirement didn’t quite sound like the right path quiet yet. She was very much willing to keep pulling her own weight, even if that meant seeing to a few scrapes and bruises here and there. As far as she knew though, Chaos was no healer, and she wondered what kind of discussions this little meeting might bring up.

"Hello, Chaos." she greeted, "You know, I always wondered if you grew into those teeth." She commented absently, though obviously she wouldn’t be able to tell for herself.

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