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Cierzo listened intently as Caedes, the lead healer of the pack, issued his reason for summoning them. Her heart raced with nervous anticipation. The authority in his voice was undeniable, each word carrying the weight of his rank. She knew she had to prove herself, to show her worth as a healer despite her meek demeanor. She had been commanded by her master to heed the lead healer's call. But to face Cifarelli’s kin on her own? Thank the gods she had not run into the Sultan thus far.

When Caedes mentioned the importance of identifying poisons and toxins, Cierzo's ears perked up. It was a daunting task, but she knew a bit of healing herself; so maybe it was not all bad. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenge.

As Caedes finished speaking and stood, his gaze sweeping over the assembled wolves, Cierzo felt her skin prickle. She feared any other taking a liking to her. Cifarelli was one thing, but more of his family? Cierzo desperately wanted to go off on her own already, have a moment to herself, and complete her task. So that is what the delicate woman did. She rose to her paws, and hastily set off in a different direction than the others. Her eyes scan for something, anything to bring back.