That Clever Touch (WORLD WIDE HEALER TRAINING)

The silver woman was gone… whether dead or simply missing Freya was glad. The darkness her hatred had painted over her was slowly dissipating and the girl was moving onto her new adventure; though she hadn’t expected it to come in the form of a fox. A healers meeting had seemed just right to get her back on her feet, and despite being somewhat confident in her skills she knew there was so much she didn’t know… what could you expect when she had never had a teacher?

So it was that the golden girl found her way to the meeting, forest gaze glanced around scanning for any wolves she knew from Arcanum, breathing a sigh of relief that none of them seemed to have shown up. In truth she had run, as soon as the call for war had gone out against the pack she had fled, she was no fighter and she couldn’t bear the idea of having to help these wolves who were so horrible.

Of course she knew no one here, save a boy sitting off by himself at the back. (Sorrel) With a friendly smile and a burst of courage the girl approached him. Settling herself happily beside the boy she grinned at him. "Fancy running into you here!" His less than friendly demeanor did nothing to dissuade the golden child. "I don’t believe we were ever properly introduced. I’m Freya!"