The young girl looked at Zarah, her head tilting slightly. She had never thought about life truly outside of Iromar. It was everything she knew, everything she was. The life she had before was blank in her memory. All she could remember was pulling herself through the mud and Big Wolf finding her. From there her life had started, it seemed like nothing before then had been relevant. Now she was out to try to make something of her life. The life Big Wolf had given her. She glanced over at Zarah, still more crestfallen. Her mind and her heart had little to no interest in healing and herbs. It always sang of fighting and feist. Making Maverick proud was the one thing that cooled her passion and brought her onto a level of clarity. Maybe learning a thing or two about simple healing would help her impress the old warrior.

I am from Iromar. She clarified. I stay with Big Wolf in his den… Her words trailed off, eyes going slightly wide. She had been away from the den for a while. Surely Maverick would have returned from his patrols soon. Never really getting in trouble, she still did not want to face his disappointment, or worse his possible worry, if she was not there when he returned. Besides, she might still need to find something for him on her venture back. She looked over Zarah, considering her once again for a moment. I don’t know anyone who would be able to teach me healing…But if I am not home soon, he might be worried. If I think of anything I come find you? Diveen, right?” Picking up the dead creature under her paws, she waited just long enough to hear the princess’ answer before she would trot back home. After all, she did not always mean to be rude.