Mummy's And How To Make Them

With much of her healing lessons stunted by the absence of her healer father, Satira had been left to either self teach herself or learn from any other sources of knowledge she could find. Fortunately, Elysium had a number of talented healers that she could glean some information from, and when she heard one of the younger members of the pack was teaching a healing lesson, she knew she had to attend. Expanding her own wealth of knowledge would undoubtedly be a boon for her family when they all eventually continued on their own way and left the pack. Satira didn't know any of the wolves of Elysium very well, but maybe this would be a good chance to get to know some of their temporary pack mates as well.

Following the directions she'd gotten from Manea, Satira arrived at the cave and found a much cozier atmosphere than she had been expecting. A warm fire kept the space warm and the winter chill out, melting some of the snow that had clung to her fur on her trip over. A number of medical supplies, including bandages, were laid out on a stone table before the gathered wolves. She offered a polite smile to the group, then locked her focus on the tall blue boy who was apparently the teacher for the day's lessons. Everybody else had pretty much guessed what the lesson would be on, so Satira just shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Uh, yeah, what they all said." She wasn't much for guessing games. She would much rather get right to the matter at hand.

"Satira"