Nearer than heaven

The calico male – Allen, as he introduced himself – spoke with a smile gradually spreading across his features, and by the time he was finished, Irelyn's maw held a meek smile also. Lawful good wolves sounded like her sort of companions, and she was grateful to know that what healing skills she had could come in handy in Abaven.

“I am – I have been looking for a home for some time,” the honeyed female confirmed, pale green eyes meeting Allen's for a moment before she looked towards the paler, higher ranking of the two males. Both seemed like benevolent leaders – quite different to the last leader Irelyn had had, although benevolence certainly wasn't unwelcome.

Her tail gave a slow wag when Bass mentioned a shy healer within their ranks. Already she was trying to picture the boy, who sounded so like herself but whom she could hopefully befriend. “Shyness is an old friend of mine, but perhaps we can bring each other out of our shells a little.” Her head tilted hopefully. “I'd be happy to offer my healing skills – such as they are – and any other knowledge I've gathered, in exchange for a home?”