She heard the paw prints of another wolf, and turned to see the small form of a wolf that was smaller than her by a few inches. The occurrence of seeing a wolf actually below her, rather then squinting up to meet their eyes, was astonishing. She stopped for a moment and stared, the little healer, until Oxide spoke, breaking her from her revere. She shuffled her paws, and smiled at Eris. “I’m Riva Nightingale, healer of Kesali” she said, despite Oxide already having spoken her name.
“I’m guessing your the healer that tended to him” she said, looking to Eris. “I haven’t seen these used in a healing capacity before, I would love to learn from you some time.” she didn’t recognise a lot of the herbs the woman had used, in fact. Her eyes moving cautiously to her brother again, to the paw that had wrapped in comfort over Eris’s. She felt her loneliness then in a way she never had before. Riva, who had known no love but had been raised to be a healer. Oxide, her harsh, cruel brother who had been so quick to hurt her, he had found love. She was glad, truly, that he had found the capacity to, and that he would know love, it just hurt that he could not spare any such feelings for his lost sister. She blinked, and steadied herself. “I-if you wanted for any other herbs, I have plenty of salves with me” she said, shaking her shoulder and moving her healers pack on it.
