myths of the vagabond heart

Curiosity flickered in Altavro's thoughts at the mention of a family group - like the Nomads, perhaps? The thought was tantalizing to the male, but then again, he doubted that it would really be anything like the Nomads were. Not many were like his family. Wandering groups of expert healers weren't really a common thing. He hadn't run into any others, at any rate, and the Nomads had never had any stories of groups similar to themselves. So he was probably getting his hopes up. And if it was a pack in the making, then they probably had a territory in mind and... Well, perhaps. He would have to wait and see. "Interesting." Altavro settled on speaking noncomitally, letting Ellis turn her attention towards the local herbs without focusing on the pack thing any longer.

It was the herbs that Altavro was really interested in. His attention would lock onto her words and the male stayed entirely silent as she rattled off herbs and their uses. "No need to apologize. I found it useful." Perhaps not the most comforting thing that the crotchety wolf had ever said, but it was true and Altavro was not one for lies.

The male nodded carefully when Ellis spoke, his blue gaze flicking towards the multicolored wolf. "I will certainly keep that in mind. Thank you." His words were grateful, surprisingly so for the grumpy creature. But he really did mean it. Having wolves offer him help wasn't something he was totally familiar with, but Altavro thought he might be able to get used to it. It definitely wasn't a bad thing, to say the least.



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