Herbs and Stuff

Kassander followed behind Katja with far more eagerness than he'd shown for anything in quite some time... since Elsa died anyway. His enthusiasm dimmed slightly at the thought, but bounced back quickly enough in his excitement. Finally, he was doing something to better himself. Finally, he would be moving closer to being a true healer, to being the best healer. He wouldn't be simply sharing an instructor with the other would-be healers - though he was doing that too - he'd be able to learn from more than just Maximous. Expand his knowledge in ways he couldn't in just Ebony.

Katja stopped to listen to a howl, and the young prince stopped as well, his auburn coat like blood against the snow as he waited. Finally she led the way across the border, and toward the waiting training group. Standing before the young alpha who had called the meeting as Katja spoke to him, Kassander could feel his hard hammering hard in his chest in uncharacteristic excitement, and his head and tail unconsciously raised in pride. This was the start of Kassander Xanilov as the greatest healer Alacratia had ever seen. He'd be the best... he had to.