Calling out for you

The Apothaker had been out and about collecting some herbs from the nearby Weeping Woods when Sirius’ call rang out. She paused as she had been gently pulling a plant up by the roots, small clots of dirt falling to the ground as the herb dangled from her jaws. Her silver auds tilted in his direction, her tail twitching curiously as she carefully tucked the herb into a bundle of cobwebs and placed that in the medical bag by her side. She slid the bag over her shoulders so it rested on her back and turned to answer the call. The woman was curious as to why he was calling for a healer, as she knew the Armada had a few, and the call seemed to be asking for a long term stay. The pack was Ashen’s close ally and the Warlord was like an adoptive grandfather to her grandchildren, if there was something she could do to help, she would do her best.

”Hello, Sirius. It’s a pleasure to see you as always,” she greeted the large man, tipping her pale, antlered head down in a bow of greeting. She offered a gentle, curious smile and a tilt of her head, “I heard you call for a healer, could I perhaps be of service?”