Lesson One: Poultices

Though Spirit ends up being a little late for the healing lesson, he still hurries to Seere's call and hopes desperately he isn't too late to participate. Healing has been his passion since he was a young age; though he isn't half as skilled as most wolves his age probably ought to be, he has the drive and motivation to learn. Especially now that he's secured a home with so much of his family. He's determined not to ruin this, and part of that means integrating and learning, making himself more useful.

Panting softly by the time he arrives, he sinks in next to his mother and directs his attention toward the woman clearly leading the lesson. His attention drifts to the tables and the supplies as she introduces herself and explains what they will be doing today. Making poultices. He knows what they are, and nods quietly, but makes no effort to speak up. The last thing he wants to do is stammer over his words and make a fool of himself like he's bound to do. Someone else speaks up with their answer and his eyes flit to them for a moment, giving a nod.