So soon after the mocha cloaked girl joined his pride, Bass had traveled to distant lands alone, in search of more healers to help train her in the art before many more wolves would get word of the new pack to reside in, so she could heal those whom needed it, and train those interested in the art, as well as all in the pack, whom would be trained in basic healing of wounds and poisons. Already had she created a mixture of herbs to use, as well as essences. Her brother was so caring and sweet, and gave it to all those whom needed it. His call had rung across the Abaven lands as well as those of Alacritia, a summons for all healers whom wished to study the healing art together.
She had been gathering herbs, returning with a bundle of branches in her jaws, of elderberry for aid in poisoning, making sure not to bite too deep, to prevent the ingestion of the bark or leaves, which could wound her from within. At the sound of the Azat's call, she would pick up her pace, pearly stilts beating the ground until she had reached her den, simply lying them down on the ground within, before she would lope toward him, standing near her den, no more than a kilometer away, likely by coincidence. No matter to his position, she carefully approached, mismatched orbs following the shaded female that had appeared, sapphire eyes sparkling in the reflection of the calmer rapids. Her voice spoke of no aggression, but no hostility was withheld in any portion of the mocha cloaked tempest's stature, purely relaxed, as she had been summoned, like any other healers whom wished to train with one another. She gave a warm smile and nodded, if Bass had not already, and spoke in a smooth and calm voice. "Greetings. I'm Harmony Destruction, but my brother, Bass Destruction..." She gave a toss of her head toward her larger brother, whom was sitting upon the calmer portion of the rapids, before continuing her lyrics, "Is the alpha, better known as the Azat. Our pack is known as Abaven." Her inky lips instantly would become sealed, to silence herself from further speaking, awaiting arrival of more lupine healers, or for her kin to speak, should he wish upon it, stilts folding to allow her a seat upon the grasses, as mismatched orbs watched the shaded tempest, a smile stretching her lips.
"Speech"
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