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

He seemed to recognise Meryl, though most did, my ashen head nodded in assurance as the orange sunset hue of my gaze rested upon his own and the pristine white of my underside shone in the early sun. It was a shame I suppose, that the whole of me hadn’t proven to be this lovely white, myself the only grey child of Isola and Kane and yet I suppose it marked me out as different, my pelt flecked through with russet tips all the same to afford me the same marking as many others and I suppose I was alright with that. Hell, I could have been completely black or blue and I don’t think I would have minded all that much really. Colour was only colour after all- at least I stood out from my siblings.

“Indeed. I was his student- I have since completed my training with him, though he will always remain my mentor. I like the way he works and the things he has done- but there can always be improvement on the old and I seek to do that. I like to create things, I like to discover better ways of doing things. If one can be said to be daring in the art of healing then I am entirely that. I’ve been working with poisons lately you see- don’t worry, I have never yet killed anyway but poison in it’s essence is really just a powerful medicine, an overdose kills- just the right amount can be more beneficial then one would think. You wouldn’t believe the older healers when they heard, mad they called me- but my work speaks for itself. They are just afraid to break from tradition, but new ground can never be forged without breaking from old ties. My methods work.”

I offered a roll of my ashen shoulders all the same, gaze still resting upon his own, providing some and yet not all of my information. After all, some recipes were secrets, for my knowledge alone and I was reluctant to share them so openly, Alpha or otherwise. I paused a moment, turning to look briefly over the land itself, the ocean offering a plethora of new ingredients to those I had collected in the dry earth of Diveen and rich clay soils my birth pack had provided. Diveen would forever be my home and they would forever be my family- but it was time to move on, to seek grander things. He speaks once more, this cousin of mine and my attention returns to him, a simper of sorts tracing my features at his words. Healer I may be, but I am also a descendant of Heyel- humour comes with the blood I believe- intelligence to appreciate it equally as prized.

“Ideally I wish to see nothing from you. If I am seeing you it means you are sick or injured and that is not beneficial for a pack. Let me do my work, my way- that is all I ask. Have a little faith in me as others have been reluctant to do and I’ll be off use to you yet. That’s all I ask- a little faith. Wolves fear what is new and they shouldn’t.”

Diveen, if anything, was stepped in history. A rich, full, history and tradition and there was great respect in that, Spirane much the same and while we must never forget the past, for it is from that which we learn I need a pack a little more progressive I suppose- hence my choice in Glorall. He speaks then of Solitaire, a wolf I know little off save for his opinions on the trial in Diveen, opinions I had openly spoken against though I held nothing against this wolf personally. How can I judge a wolf I do not fully know? Although I have begun to form an idea of him all the same, the manner in which Eden spoke already seized upon as one eye lifted ever so slightly. Hmm, perhaps there was a rank to be had here. I spoke once more then, voice quiet now, loud enough for just Eden alone as I met his gaze levelly.

“If I might be frank, Eden, there is no cure for idiocy. If I discovered that I would be the most famous wolf in all Moladion, but I can observe him if you require.”

I offered little more than a passing simper, moving to snatch up my bag, speaking through my teeth now.

“Where…can I…..set up?”