The Basics Of Medicine [Training For Preston]

His thoughts were troubled, conflicting over whether his brother's sudden disappearance was his fault or not.Maybe if he had followed him that day...He shook his head. There was no dwelling on it. Neo was gone. He turned his back on Valhalla and chose his own path...Assuming he was even still alive of course... No. He wasn't dead. That much Preston knew. He was far too hardheaded to be killed...Or maybe he was just hard headed enough to rush into a battle impossible to win. He huffed as his thoughts battered around in his mind, clouding his thoughts as he moved through the downpour. Suddenly, a godsend. Erani, his mother, his teacher, his guardian, summoned him. Finally, something to get his mind off of the raging maelstrom in his head. Soaked to the bone and freezing he ran to the snow white female, splashing in puddles and trotting through mud. He could stop being Preston now. He was a frog all the way in the trek toward Erani.

He reached the Femme with his characteristic wide grin, masking the secret pain he felt toward his brother. Now was not the time to think of such things, he would instead give Erani his full attention, endeavoring to learn her trade so that he too would learn the ways of a medic wolf, and hopefully one day take her place as lead healer if all went well. The tuft of longer fur over his brow had been pushed down over his eyes by the rain and his venture into imagination had left Preston more brown than his usual sleet gray, even now water dripped from his belly onto the floor of the ravine, making him look, for lack of a better word: absurd. By now Erani would come to expect that from him, it was one of the reasons he would make such a great healer. His sunny attitude even in the darkest of times radiated off of him and at times became infectious. Enemies were impossible for the adolescent to hold on to, they would be drawn in to attack but before they could sink their fangs into him they would find themselves being invited to play. Few wolves, other than Neo. could stay angry around him when they were being asked to play the role of a hawk while he played a willy trout. Perhaps time would cure him of his whimsical view of the world, but he hoped it never did.

"You rang?" He chirped, shaking the mud and water from his fur before trotting in a wide circle around his would be mother and bumping his forehead against her chin in greeting.