Inca Knowledge

"We'll be kings and queens in this dream,"

The summer child would gave a playful grin as the femme would rebuke against his comment. Knowledge of healing forced upon the femme? She indeed is not of shape for a healer, more of a strong wolf for battle. "You sure don't seem to have the makings of a healer. More of a fighter, eh?" Ringed tail would wag playfully as the femme would continue with her speech. "So you're supposed to train another healer for now? I could use some herbal knowledge, if you wouldn't mind."

As the damsel would reply to his answer, her voice became sharp. "Alright, I was just asking." The tundra femme would speak more, more about lies and how most wolves do so. "While I will agree to that, I would not lie to my own pack mates unless the world was going to collapse if I didn't." Honey gaze would settle on the femme, his haunches lowering to rest upon the surface of the ice.

Walk, "Talk", 'Think'