blueberry babies
07-07-2014, 05:47 PM
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The mocha cloaked tempest was grateful that Abaven was flourishing with members, gaining new members each day that passed. Several more healers had joined as well, all of which were healers-in-training for her to teach the art to. The mocha capped crown of hers bobbed with excitement to begin training them. Perhaps after the rate of wolves joining Abaven had subdued itself slightly to adhere to a more steady rate, so she would not have to continuously backtrack in training to get a wolf up to speed. Already she had begun thinking of a schedule for training. When the rate of members joining settled down, she would hold a basic healing lesson for all to learn how to dress a wound and how to deal with poisoning on their own, if they were traveling. All members would be encouraged to know, especially the messengers and spies of the pack, whom would be venturing to who knew where and could possibly be injured in their travels, and there would quite possibly be no-one to assist them. She had tucked away a fresh stock of herbs in preparation for this basic healing lesson for all wolves. There would be many leaves and such to store in wait, and she had just begun to lope away in search of more, when a familiar scent caught onto her coal nostrils. |