if you're a doctor then who's driving the car?

She'd caught wind that Sirius' band had found their own healer. Lucretia was torn - on the one hand, she was relieved to have some of her burden lifted, but on the other hand... could she ever trust another wolf to steward the health of a portion of Deathbelle's empire? She'd have to meet this wolf in person before her judgment was passed. The cynical Klein was hypercritical of her own actions and those of outsiders; most relatives got a pass from her. It would take a very particular wolf for her to be able to relax. Sirius' Armada would generate its fair share of injury - after all, that was the natural byproduct of fighting.

Muttering to herself, Luce paced the desert as she tried to collect her thoughts. Bourbon would probably tell her to trust Sirius' judgement, but how could she? He was headstrong, and yet Deathbelle trusted him with her life. It was time to get this meeting over with. Lifting her head to the sky, Lucretia called for the Ashen Armada's strange new healer.