Listen To Your Elders

"Y-yes," he answered her as swiftly as he could, gathering up what he was instructed to and getting to work, mimicking Rœkia and Lukina as best as he could. Keeping an eye on what they were doing while he tried to tend to his own bowl was difficult though. "I'm interested in healing. A-anything I can learn, I'm happy to," he explained quickly. It wasn't like he'd found a proper mentor, instead he was learning bits and pieces from different wolves he stumbled across, and he'd been quite lucky so far.

He nodded obediently to her instructions, adding in the parts to his bowl. He compared with her bowl before deciding his was probably close enough. He nudged his own toward the fire, grinning a little at Lukina's antics. She seemed excitable; he wondered sometimes if he had been unintentionally robbed of that part of childhood. He didn't remember ever being so friendly or energetic as Lukina. Not that he blamed anyone, just the circumstances. Spirit thought on that for awhile as he gave his bowl an idle stir and watched it near the edge of the fire, waiting for more direction.