where life takes us

He watched her carefully. Falling into his old habits probably wouldnt be the smartest. At once he thought hed make a terrible packmate. Now with the vision his mother and daughter had instilled within him was... different. A yearling. Well she certainly must have known what she was doing. His muscles tensed and relaxed again. When she asked what kind of pack he had to take a deep breath. The agonozing memory of his daughters death seemed to still be there. "Well..." he began. "My daughter brought up to me a season or so ago about our families healers. We came up with a rough idea of a group of healers at the head. With offering aid in exchange for goods packs who need healers for raids or wars would be free to seek battle medics." he stopped looking to the side.

"Thats as far as we got." Pheonix still stood. His solemn face turned to a soft smile once more. At least they could move forward. Yet he couldnt mourn in a month, or a week. He still felt the sting of emotional pain.