Morning Run
Run awoke with a shake. He reared forward and stretched his paws. It was odd being the only male healer, not bad odd, just different. He shook the leaves from his fur, watching as they flutter to the ground below. 'Maybe I could brew up some of that slop for poison oak,' he smiles, I'm sure the other two would appreciate that, 'I think our stash is running low anyway.' He steps from his den, and surveys the area, hoping to spy a fellow healer.