Winter had come for good now, and she had to avoid Pan even if she did not wish to. She had an inkling that something was unusual and, having always been perhaps too gentle of a soul, she did not wish to intrude and end up with a thorn in her paw. Still, she desired a closeness, and as such, she had taken to remaining closer to the rest of the pack. Even when she grew tired, she took to finding a comfortable place away from the wind where she might be around their Protector or their Justiciar. She even slept closer to Natu, finding a sort of comfort in watching the girl grow and explore the wonders of carrying children. It'd be a rough winter, that much she knew, but at least she had found some way to take her mind off of things. It hadn't always been an easy task, after all.

Today, however, she had a very particular job to undergo. She supposed he would come quite fast, after all. Swallowbane had never come across as a motivation-less wolf, after all, and she doubted any brother of Daenerys would be anything but fierce. Sleekwing had, in a way, set that expectation up. Nonetheless, she was excited to see what the man would come looking for. It was unusual for a male to be so interested in the more gentle arts but indeed, she wholeheartedly supported it. In fact, she had spent her morning reorganizing whatever supplies she had stuffed away into her den. She had a den separate to Pan's, of course, and it was mostly full of trinkets she had collected along with dried plants. Feathers, stones, tiny fragments of bones... her den was full of them, and her pelt had begun to take on a distinct floral, earthy scent as she poked and prodded about. She could easily kill time in her own little world there but the arrival of a male brought her head poking out of the den, catching sight of him immediately with a broad, toothy grin. He was early!

"I have plenty of time, of course!"

She shuffled out of her den then, giving her fur a quick shake and standing squarely in front of him. She took a moment to really inspect him with a gentle scrutiny, giving him the once over in search of any injuries, scars or remnants of some kind of ailment. After all, a healer's first job was to be able to recognize those things and what better place to begin then one's own self? So far, he seemed to at least be aware of his own body. That was a good start - and she grinned in appreciation, her tail waving behind her.

"Did Daenerys give us a starting point or should we start from the basics?"

There - at least they could be on the same page. Often, wolves came with at least a basic understanding of the fundamentals: saliva, rest, lots of water... that kind of stuff. If he had that, then they'd be much faster to cover all the bases of what he needed to know. If not... well, then they'd certainly have a long few days in front of them!