When she mentions our healer, I have half the mind to bite down on my teeth; Hadrian is, it seems, not the most sociable of wolves. He sticks to himself and seldom ventures far. His last encounter with a pack wolf was rather unspectacular; seeming so much so that she has left these lands, or at least she has gone elsewhere for the season. Truly, a shame. She was willing to do as she needed to obtain her own strength. Some wolves, it seems, are simply not constructed of the same material. Some seem to break so soon into their bend. It does no good to dwell on her. If anything, I must dwell on the prospect of this woman meeting Hadrian. I cannot help but narrow my eyes in thought of him, deliberating how I would go about such a thing. I am much more pleased when the idea comes to mind; if she trains me, she will not need to meet Hadrian.

She seems pleased at the idea, too. My lip twitches at her glee, unused to such cheerfulness in any case. When she mentions somewhere dry and less... sandy, I turn my head about, feigning to look over the territory before I return my eyes to hers, my brow raised. "That can be difficult somewhere like here," I state simply, looking out towards the direction of the ocean once more. Even in the mainland of the territory and the furthermost western borders, the sand can be found lodged in the roots of trees or beneath leaves. Storms come and go, bringing with them salt and sand. "But perhaps I know a location."

With that, I motion for her to follow, and I am quick to pivot and begin leading her towards the north west of the pack. Here, the water of the river is pure and clean; the rocks catch the sand before it can invade too deeply and so, despite it being so close to Diveen, it is surely one of the best locations for this training. It will not take us long to get there, and I do my best to keep a slow pace so that she may bring her wares with her. I do not know how healers are so highly prized; they can be so very slow. Is it not a burden to carry so much? It is much faster to simply walk into the sea, or for one's self to clean away the blood. I must accept its invaluable nature, however. Though it may not be entirely valuable to myself, it is valuable to others and so, I ought to learn it.

"Hic sumus," I fall back into my native tongue so easily as we arrive, our paws hitting the rockier banks of the river. I turn to her now, repeating my words in her language once again - "We are here." I pause, allowing her a chance to inspect the area; a riparian location, doused with only small patches of sand. It is far enough away from the prying eyes of Diveen. "Will this suffice?"

I expect yes. Though, I shan't be surprised if it does not. Few understand Glorall entirely. Our land is foreign to them but I can hope that I do not need to explain such a thing to her. She seems... sharp, at least. I simply do not wish to waste time that I could be best utilizing on this new endeavor of mine. It is almost like learning to hunt once more; the same eager curiosity and keen need to swallow down every morsel of information. I cannot help but eye her wares once more, attempting to pry into their depths; what is in there? More bark and seeds?