The Art of Birth

Wylan hurried to the Market, his crammed healer's bag in disarray with herbs scattering in the wind every time he ran. He was late, late! He frantically stopped to cram a few run away items back into the bag and continued his quick trott. Almost there. He slipped into the market, and then into one of the adjacent rooms that the older healer had booked for her lesson.


He took a seat, keeping his wings folded in so he didn't take up too much room. There was the teacher, Ollie had already arrived - and another wolf that he recognised from the Hallows event were all in the room already. He gave the teacher a sheepish, apologetic smile.