Anatola paused, finding a thick patch of moss at about her eye level. "Perfect," she said to herself with a smile. The black and white female carefully rocked to her hind legs, placing her paw on the rocky wall, carefully sliding it down to peel part of it off so she could do the rest with her teeth. Once enough had been removed, she was back with all three paws on the ground. She went to grab the thick moss patch gently in her teeth when she felt as though a set of eyes were on her. The three legged female paused, her yellow gaze scanning the grotto. Her bright eyes landed on Moonstone with a friendly smile as the other wolf approached.

The fae nodded. "I am, have been since I was very young," she said with a wave of her tail. Of all the things Ana was proud of, her capabilities as a healer was highest on the list. Well, if there was a list. Healing was about the one thing she was genuinely good at. Hunting was... a massive toss up more often than not, yet she managed to stay quite healthy. Of course, she generally had help from... well, Ana could call the monsters that tormented her family. The never did kill her, after all. "Curious about the healing arts?" the wolfess asked, tilting her head slightly at the question. Ana had taught others in the past, but it was part of her job. No one really asked to learn about healing from her, but it was certainly a good feeling when someone was interested in what she did. Most found dealing in plants rather drab and dull if they didn't know much of the art.