She recently had been promoted to the rank of Vor, the second tier through her healing knowledge, attained by the training with the many herbalists, learning of many cures to poisons and the venom itself found in herbs, and plants to be avoided with much care. In her jaws was several more branches of Elderberry, which she would keep in fresh stock should any wolf get the poison of the cottonmouths, rather, any venomous serpent that happened to roam the lands. Only time could tell in the time of a poisoned wolf, whom would have need to drink plenty of water, which defiantly was in abundance with the choice of territory the pack had, with help of Boneset to reduce the fever. She was proud to be amongst the only healers in Abaven, and one of the most skilled within the pack, but not in Alacritia, the title being held by an unknown wolf. This would excite the female, causing her to be intrigued further by learning the art, and there was so much more knowledge to be attained.
A call rang across the Abaven lands, and she instantly dropped her branches of Elderberry and bolted, her mocha cloak careening toward the sound of the call. It was time! She and her brother had begun to play a little game of whom could greet the calling wolf first. The wind whipped at her muzzle, as she ran, stilts beating hard to try and beat her brother. Her eyes closed as she ran, everything going black as she careened toward her brother, the scent stinging at her nose before she could stop, her entire form bumping into the pearly coated Azat. He had already come, as she stood, her voice a grunt. "You may have beat me this time!" She spoke, rather indecently, and ignoring the visitor for a brief moment. "Speech"
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