That Clever Touch (WORLD WIDE HEALER TRAINING)

This stretch of river was wide and slow-moving which suited Irelyn down to the ground; the somewhat timid wolf even wore a half smile, as if she understood the river's murmurings. She, too, moved slowly, placing each paw with care and a delicacy which perhaps would have offered a hint into her true nature – had anyone been watching. A furtive glance about proved that she was alone, though Ire was convinced she could sometimes feel eyes on her.

Unfortunately the golden-coated female couldn't sense voices about to erupt in the still air, so when the call sounded she jumped. A wry smile – acknowledgement of her own flighty behaviour – quickly wrinkled the corners of her eyes, and there it remained, trapped within the twin pools of green, until Irelyn found her way to what appeared to be a growing gathering. Ire appreciated a larger crowd, purely so that she could hide amongst them – but the opportunity to take in healing knowledge from those better versed in the art was one she couldn't resist.

Irelyn hovered a little despite the assumption that she was in plain view, before coming to a stop in a spot which felt somewhat detached from the others. Her head bowed, but her pea green eyes remained watchful, glinting with silent curiousity.