The lightly golden wolf was sleek in shape, with angular limbs and face that reminded her strongly of creatures of the desert. He had sat cautiously on a cluster of rocks, his form coiled and prepared, as through he waited for just the right moment.
She wasn’t sure what to make of him, and had paused in her own self-appointed job as he caught her attention. As the water receded, he moved quickly from his movements struck her as subtle and carefully calculated. He moved across the beach as the tide receded, and he was gone from its path before it returned.
Curious, and more then a little amused, the young healer followed his movements to land, and would spy the herb he sought to gather. Her herb bag would pat gently against her side as she picked up her gait and moved towards him. “Sir, are you a healer?” she asked, curiosity evident in her tone. She always loved to meet a fellow healer, and his exotic look told her he might be from far off places. Who knew what information he might have on herbs she had never even heard of.
