Kestrel’s expression turned amused at the stranger's unexpected question. He glanced about him, nothing jumped out at him that might fit the name of the stranger's plant. “I’m sorry, i’m not a healer” he explained with a hint of amused apology.
“Perhaps he has” Kestrel added as the moss toned wolf went on to wonder if his pack's healer had led him on a wild goose chase. He didn’t know squat about the pack or its members, but it was a little amusing to think of their healer sending out this wolf to get him out from under his paws for a moment or two.
