Auld Lang Syne

"You should listen to Afi, little one." Drífa chuckled as she gazed at the boy and his mismatched pile of herbs. He was to young to be journeying outside his packs borders and it made her rather nervous. The last thing she needed was for an irate parent to stumble upon her with the pup. Truth be told she enjoyed the cat's company more than the pups. He reminded her of her dearly departed mate. Bah! She needed to leave the past in the past for awhile and focus on the future. She needed to find Ignatius and figure out what had happened to him. She supposed… she supposed her pack would only slow her down.

Shrugging the pack off her back she glanced at the pup. "Tell you what, kid. If you want to grow up to be a proper healer some day you'll need something to carry your herbs in. Try this on for size. You're big for a pup so this should fit you well and Brynhildr can help you adjust the straps as you grow." The raven had opted to stay with the young man and help him in more delicate healing tasks. Afi was smart but he was still a cat. A cat was not as deft as a raven in her humble opinion.

"You take care of yourself now. Study up and be good!"