Life in Your Paws

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Rue [break]
Healer of Limberlost

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"Soraia! Soraia!"
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The words echoed around Rue as a small nose touched against their own, faint breath misting against their muzzle. Yet even as the nose departed, wide eyes meeting theirs, Rue's voice did not join the crescendo. There were no chants or howls of celebration parting their lips, no emotion rippling the amber void that was their eyes. When the wolf finally broke their silence, the words were for their whelp alone.
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"Healing is a difficult thing to learn. It takes time and dedication," they warned. Even their tone was distant, muted. "Let's not waste any of it."
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With an indication toward the healer's den - a great hollowed cottonwood, mysteriously felled like so many around their camp - Rue turned and padded away. The young healer's first lesson would be a simpler one but among the most important.
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Inside the den, sheltered from any chill and mist that seeped among the trees, Rue did not head toward the herb store. Instead, they sat, waiting for their whelp to join them. The young canine had been an obvious choice, so insistent on becoming a healer from the moment her brother took a turn for the worst. It was rare to find a pup not only interested but intent for reasons beyond not wanting to be a warrior.
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Healing was not an alternative. It was a commitment.
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"Tell me, whelp," Rue began. Their gaze tracked Soraia distantly, observing her every move. "What is the most important thing a healer should know how to do?"

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