Question 1: Where did they build Hadrian’s Wall?

Maybe if I’d known more about this Fire Queen stuff I would have liked her even more, I mean, she doesn’t have a pack that I can see, so maybe she isn’t a real Queen, at least, not here, not in Moladion- but someone royal, like me? Well that I would have liked. I could do with more loyalists after all, especially of the royal variety, I mean, there votes were going to count for more I think, especially those coming from my family so when the time came I was going to need them all and maybe having a Fire Queen on my side wouldn’t be a bad idea after all. I don’t have all that many friends outside the pack, I was pretty quiet for my first year, I spent my time studying because I wanted to be the best healer, because when the day comes I want to be everything Meryl is and more, someone better and brighter and more brilliant and I think I’ve learned a lot, at least, enough to flash my skill around a little- even if some of my creations are purely, well, lets say on the inventive side. I wonder if Meryl would like to practice with me some time…or if maybe he’d just tell me off. I shrugged lightly, unconcerned in that moment with thoughts of my mentor, violet eyes returned to the fiery one as she spoke, offering to help me carry my reeds.

“You can help I suppose, but don’t bite down on them, they’ll make you sick.”

I moved to nose a collection of them towards her, the wet, floppy weeds still dribbling water onto the earth. I wasn’t like I actually needed help, but if she wanted to get herself all muddy from carrying them then I wasn’t going to complain entirely. I don’t mind getting dirty I suppose, healing means I spend a lot of my time digging things out of the ground or trying to climb trees, or fishing things out of rivers. Maybe I’m an anomaly in my family, after all, the majority of them hold rather an obsession with there appearance- not that I actually blame them, we are famous for our looks and I assured my own are rather exceptional- I just don’t mind getting a little dirty every now and then in pursuit of my own art- the next big thing. Warriors and Assassins and Hunters have all had there moment in the spotlight- it’s time for the healers to bask a little and when I’m King I’m going to base an empire on it, a truly immortal Angel with the ability to bring life or death to those around me. Now that- is true power. I managed a grin at her words all the same before being to snatch up my own pile of weeds, waiting for her to do the same before gesturing in the direction I had pointed before, struggling to speak between my teeth.

“This way….you can…follow me….I will even show you….around the pack. You don’t have to…stay though.”

Damn weeds. I think she understood. I moved to leap with the ease and grace that so begets my bloodline, handsome, toned, fit young form landing lightly atop the earth before my ashen figure broke into a lope, waiting for Mikoto to join me, waiting for the fiery girl to fall into step, assured she could keep up with my long limbs well enough. I didn’t mind being seen with her, I mean, there aren’t many red wolves so why not parade it a little?

“Remember don’t….bite down on the reeds. Do you…have healers where you come from?”