safety meeting

Though she was still wary of the wolves of the shadows, with their black coats so utterly unlike her own, she wanted, more than anything, to mend the buckshot aimed at her heart. Each friendship had the ability to patch bits and pieces of the wound, and though it was not the same, Muses prayed it would be enough to bring her peace. "If you are willing to teach me, I would gladly accept." Bowing her head in a humble manner, she scanned the plants around the small herbalist's toes, still perhaps too shy to gaze upon her openly.

"Thank you, Riva. I am Muses." The name still felt awkward on her tongue, but she knew it did not matter. A name, a label, could be shed like her winter coat. No matter what she was called, she would still be herself - whoever that was. "I was a priestess, back home, but I would rather have been a hunter with my litter mates. It would have been good to have been able to tend to wounds after hunts, rather than waiting until we reached a healer's den." She had once suggested trying it out, but her father had dismissed the idea, reminding her that it was blasphemy to specialize in multiple roles, and to heal while out on a hunt was taking it too far. "I think anything that would make a hunt easier is worth pursuing." The yearling added with a firm thump of her tail, starting to feel excited about their chance meeting.