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Ru wanted to be a great warrior, and to go down in Abaven’s history as someone who had done something of note, something to be remembered. His wanderlust however had often kept him away from home, and he knew his training wasn’t as strict as it should have been. Still, he was love-struck at the idea of being a warrior, and being a healer was the side of himself he hadn’t given much thought to. He had some rudimentary knowledge, had sat in on a few lessons, and could identify some herbs.

With Abaven wolves sick and stricken with a strange illness, Ru knew that it wasn’t warriors they needed right now. So he had grabbed a bag and made his way to the lush fields of the Prairie, hoping to find herbs - and others looking for herbs, that he might glean some wisdom from.

Reaching the Praire, the young wolf took a good look around himself, seeking any other such entrepreneurs, and instead his eyes would find a dark figure. Zings of red like lightning racing across her body… and crystals… growing from wounds and eye. Unlike the wolves in Abaven however, she was out here alone. As he watched, she collapsed softly in the grass.

He hurried forward, and hovered for a moment a step away from her. Hesitating, torn. Should he interfere? Surely it wasn’t any of his business, and Abaven needed the herbs he had come here to collect. Oh… “Balls.” he muttered softly under his breath, and then hurried forward. Crouching down before her, and pressing a paw gently to her forehead. “Ma’m, Ma’m, can you hear me?” he asked as he felt her temperature.