Blood of my Blood

The pale woman introduced herself as Drifa, also a Northern wolf it seemed. He was quite pleased to hear that, it seemed he'd been drawing in all sorts of wolves who called the Northern reaches their home. And on top of that, she had knowledge as a healer, something Winterfell desperately sought considering Actaea, their only healer with any true knowledge, had been scarce lately. Ignis wanted to learn the craft, but without his sister, his knowledge was limited. How could he turn this woman away when she held a skill as valuable as that? He wouldn't, of course. She would be a valuable asset to the pack indeed.

"It is nice to meet you Drifa, and I am delighted to hear you seek to join us. Yes, there is room for someone with your talents. As of now, the pack lacks a knowledgeable healer. Though my niece is perhaps our most learned healer followed by her brother, we don't have any trained healers at the moment." He thought of Yurei and Ignis, how they both wanted to learn and excel in the craft. With Actaea absent, they weren't getting the knowledge they needed to succeed. "You are welcome to join us, though I have a request for you if it isn't too much to ask? You see, my nephew Ignis, and another young wolf Yurei both aspire to learn the craft. They had been assigned to my niece to learn from, but she's been absent lately. Would you mind taking them on and teaching them? After you get settled of course," Perhaps it was too quick of him to ask someone just barely joining, but he didn't want to wait with winter just over the horizon.

"My apologies for asking so soon. But Winter is coming, and I feel the fates have brought you to us for a reason. You don't have to accept, however." He hoped she did though, else he might have to send them to another pack together to get the training they needed so they weren't blindly feeling their way.