this wasn't in the pamphlet

Viviane had finally ventured outside the pack boundaries once more - barely - in order to replenish stores that had been decimated by the sickness. Without other trained healers at the moment, she couldn't have in good conscience continued to wallow in her depression and left things as they were. So she did what was expected of her, and her heavy steps brought her out into the avian estuary to see what was growing there this time of year. She had a fairly good idea of what to expect, but not every marshy area grew the same herbs and she hadn't been trained last she'd come here so she hadn't noted what did or didn't grow. She certainly hadn't expected to stumble across a pretty female lounging on the banks of one of the little riverlets. She hadn't expected to smell the telltale scent of 'sickness' that automatically made her pelt prickle with anxiety even though it lacked the distinctive scent of the ooze. Hadn't expected to see the signs of fever glazing the pretty blue eyes. Really, really hadn't expected to feel the familiar tug of a healer being drawn in to help someone, not after what she'd been through and not with all the doubts and fears that had been dragging her down, but feel it she did. She moved so that the other female could hear her coming and not be startled, and approached. "Excuse me," she said hesitantly, though buoyed by that tug of connection she'd felt as a healer. "Are you all right?"