Blood of my Blood

Drífa's round little ears perked up as Acere said there was room for another healer among WInterfell's ranks. Her heartbeat quickened as nerves stirred in her stomach. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this. She hoped she was making the right choice. Her head cocked to the side as the alpha stated that he had a request for her. Her answer would of course depend on what sort of request the king wished. He spoke and she was quick to nod. Teaching younger wolves was a fair part of her position and she was certainly happy to do so. "Of course, I would be glad to take those young wolves under my wing. Thank you for accepting me, I look forward to doing what I can for the pack. Where abouts does the pack make their dens?"