As they waited, Kutcha began to idly preen at Moonfeather's fur. The gentle tug of his beak through her ruff was a relaxing sensation that the woman always enjoyed. Even as she relaxed beneath the touch of her companion, the shamaness was aware of her surroundings. Not just in the flick of her ears to hear if or when wolves might approach, but in the subtle shifts of the environment. Her forepaws kneaded into the soft grass in a feline fashion, connecting her to the clearing they stood within. Deep beneath that soil the roots of the tree at her back coiled through the earth, leeching its life from all that was put into it. From spring rains to kill remains, everything went back into the soil to feed new life. There might be some wolves who would call her view on life as antiquated, but the cycle of life could not be denied - it only remained unseen to some.

The laws of nature were not what Moonfeather sought to teach to those willing to listen today, though. Instead, her lesson would be of a more practical nature. The pitter patter of young paw steps signaled the approach of her first potential student, and both wolf and raven lifted their turned their gaze upon the boy to receive him. Moonfeather recognized her distant cousin immediately; though they'd never formally met, she and Sila were tending to his ill sister, Melee, and had had to ensure the disease hadn't spread to her siblings. A soft and welcoming smile spread across her features, thinking perhaps the boy had come to learn in hopes of helping her. His true reasoning was not something Moonfeather would have guessed, but still would have thought admirably upon if she'd known.

Moonfeather stifled a chuckle when Eldrax asked if the raven perched upon her withers was her pet - but Kutcha did not hold back. He clacked his beak together loudly in the boy's general direction, clearly displeased with the insinuation. Moonfeather turned, nudging her nose at his talons and giving him a stern look. He was only a boy, after all, and it wasn't exactly a common sight to see a wolf and bird - or any other animal for that matter - so close. Turning back to Eldrax, she smiled. "Hello, Eldrax, it's nice to meet you. My name is Moonfeather, and this is Kutcha. He's my companion, my spiritual guide, and my friend." The white necked raven spread his wings, shaking out his body feathers before settling his wings once more and gurgling a more welcoming sound towards the pup.

"Well, Eldrax, it looks like you might be getting a one-on-one lesson today," she said, lifting her gaze to look for any other late comers that might want to join in. Once her gaze settled back on the boy, her tail waved gently back and forth at her hindquarters. "I've brought supplies to show you how to tend to wounds. Have you learned anything about healing from your parents?" She smiled, wondering if her cousin Rhaegal and his mate Bastille might have imparted some basic knowledge to the boy, but not minding one bit if she was working with an entirely clean slate. In any case, she would do her best to teach the boy the basics today, hopefully giving him some sense of capability in a youth that was so greatly affected by infirmities already.