Boot camp for battle medics
10-04-2021, 01:36 AM
Aris flicked an ear lazily towards the call for healer training. It was, surprisingly, not Gossamer calling, and not really a voice she could definitively say she knew. Someone new, who had more ambition and care? She stretched and padded out to the training, following the cries of an injured prey animal as much as the original call.
On approaching the group, Ari glanced over the wounded little deer thing and the gathered herbs with eager interest, but hers eyes narrowed in pique. It wasn't a new healer at all, but one who'd been in the pack for ages. As long as Ari could remember, anyway. "Oh so Goss holding her own lessons made you remember there were trainees, did it?" she drawled in sardonic spite, but then her eyes shifted to the girl she didn't know, who's scent she did know, as the Ashen pack scent, and she snorted as a sour feeling shot through her. "Oh, I see, nevermind. Some other pack's kids needed training. I should have guessed that would be more important."
Of course it wouldn't have been about training her or her siblings, it would have been stupid to assume otherwise. The only thing that ever seemed to galvanize the adults in this pack to train the kids these days was entirely incidental when they needed to train someone else's kids, like Artorias spending months there taking up all of her father's time so hardly anyone could even get the time of day. Always everyone else's kids, that's all the Armada seemed to care about. She was tired of the hirt that knowledge brought with it every time it was hammered home to her, and she drowned it in anger and seeming apathy, as always.
With the air of every rebellious, angry young teen everywhere Aris slouched down, her forepaws crossed and a challenge in her blue gaze as she met Sedna's eyes.
On approaching the group, Ari glanced over the wounded little deer thing and the gathered herbs with eager interest, but hers eyes narrowed in pique. It wasn't a new healer at all, but one who'd been in the pack for ages. As long as Ari could remember, anyway. "Oh so Goss holding her own lessons made you remember there were trainees, did it?" she drawled in sardonic spite, but then her eyes shifted to the girl she didn't know, who's scent she did know, as the Ashen pack scent, and she snorted as a sour feeling shot through her. "Oh, I see, nevermind. Some other pack's kids needed training. I should have guessed that would be more important."
Of course it wouldn't have been about training her or her siblings, it would have been stupid to assume otherwise. The only thing that ever seemed to galvanize the adults in this pack to train the kids these days was entirely incidental when they needed to train someone else's kids, like Artorias spending months there taking up all of her father's time so hardly anyone could even get the time of day. Always everyone else's kids, that's all the Armada seemed to care about. She was tired of the hirt that knowledge brought with it every time it was hammered home to her, and she drowned it in anger and seeming apathy, as always.
With the air of every rebellious, angry young teen everywhere Aris slouched down, her forepaws crossed and a challenge in her blue gaze as she met Sedna's eyes.