Alone Together

Tythe paused, tilting his petite head so that his ears flopped over. What did he want to be? He knew that in games of make believe, he could turn into anything he wanted, but what did he want? He mulled over this for a moment, blinking at the ground. "Maybe a healer! What about you, Mordecai?" Tythe asked, quiet excitement creeping into his voice. Mother had told him that there were no healers in the pack, so maybe he could become one when he was old enough.

Tythe nosed around the earth, poking at leaves and snow. He pretended to be searching for medical herbs, immersing himself in his new role in thier little game. "Are you sick, 'Cai? Do you have any broken bones?" Because as a healer, it was his job to fix all of that.