Make the impossible possible?

Ásvor wasn't the type of wolf to emanate kindness and warmth; she leaned toward being cold and closed-off, though she did have a soft spot for children, and aging had softened her demeanor considerably. She gave him a nod of acknowledgment when he greeted her and insisted that he was going to be an adult soon. "Good point," she answered simply, giving a faint semblance of a smile. Even if he was far too young to be out on his own she wouldn't do anything about it besides possibly point it out to him. This sort of terrain could be dangerous to explore on your own as a fully-grown adult, but he seemed confident enough in himself.

And.. he was looking for healers. What a coincidence. "I might be able to help," she offered nonchalantly. "I've been studying herbs since I was a child. But it depends what you're looking for, really." She knew a fair bit about healing and herbs though her tendencies leaned toward psychedelics rather than healing infections... though she knew the basics when it came to simple injuries and illness. "What's she sick with?" Teaching others about herbs and spreading her knowledge was enjoyable for her and so she'd gladly do it; it gave her something to do to occupy her mind. Her interest wasn't in changing the world or leaving a mark on it though - she just enjoyed the act of healing and teaching others about it, so she'd gladly take the bait.