My soul may find

Bass was more than pleased to hear that she had interest in fighting, but stated that their numbers were low. Abaven had a number of fighters, probably more than her growing pack. "Perhaps when your numbers grow stronger, I don't want to put pressure on you. And we can meet half way, so that one of our packs is not wandering so far." He shuttered at the thought of going that far, and at this time when the chill of Winter was strong enough in the East. But his ears perked when she mentioned healing, thoughts of Starling entering his mind. His son seemed to have endless muse for learning to heal, and could not gather enough teachers. "One of my sons, Starling, is very much interested in healing. I have a few others that are interested as well, but only so many in Abaven. We have more fighters and trackers than anything else, and any healing I would gladly take you up on that. Should I send him to you for a sort of vacation?" He was sure that Starling would love and adventure, perhaps he would send their newest healer along as well. It would hopefully boast the boy's courage in himself. He reminded him a bit of Arian herself, shy in nature. "He forces healing lessons on me, Arian." Bass chuckled, his tail thumping on the earth with pleasure.

"Speech"
'thoughts'