Early morning

So maybe it was as simple as the man being a father himself. It made sense, and if they had room for her.... maybe she should take him up on the offer. She listened quietly as he rattled off a few details about their pack. Pretty standard stuff--she didn't expect an exhaustive list of their numbers or defenses, of course--until.... Healers? She was at once excited and a little frustrated to learn every new detail. A pack where the majority were healers. Her own pack had possessed only one, Pia.

She blinked at the remembrance. It had been a long time since she'd thought of the woman... even before her official training, Pia was her first teacher--though not by choice. The medic and minder had babysat Malalia and her siblings while their Alpha mother was away. Her den was fragrant, and her poultices fascinating. While her littermates played together, the she-cub often watched her work, eventually becoming her assistant of sorts until they were old enough to mind themselves. Hunting and fighting had been exciting avenues... before. She'd never really considered becoming a healer, but with some knowledge under her pelt, and a pack filled to the brim with them... maybe it was something to consider.

Oh, hell. If she joined, and didn't like them, it's not like she'd have to stay forever.

Finally, she answered. "...Perhaps I could train under one of your healers, then. I could train to be a warrior, too, if that's what you needed." It had once been a goal of hers, after all. Nevermind that she was a slight thing, that she'd never actually been in a real battle, or that her stomach churned at the thought of one. She ignored it, for the time being, though.