Memories and Places

The healer would continue her work, giving orders to each of the wolves present. Ellis would calmly wait, and when the snowy female would turn her attention to her the young femme would dip her head. "Of course. I'll be back." She moved off a gentle trot, her form swaying from the movements with the grace of some creature other than a wolf. Ellis had always been much more delicate than her own kind, though she saw nothing at all wrong with that.

The leaves of comfrey were larger, growing low to the ground. It was a plant she knew well enough by sight and smell, luckily, so finding it for the healer in training wouldn't necessarily be a difficult task. This was the work that she had dedicated herself to -- helping strangers when she could, and with any luck at all she might learn something new from the older, more experienced healer that was already at work treating the male.

Ellis would move along at her trot until she spotted the plant she was searching for, coming to a stop beside it. She would lower her head, carefully snipping off the comfrey leaves the white female had requested.