"I'm the healer." said Mary softly, "Maria is a scout." She wasn't upset she had been mistaken; she was used to it. "I know our names are a tad confusing." she murmured, "They're practically the same name. Our mother wasn't very creative." Mary looked back at the den, just to make sure her pups were sleeping. "If you'd like to visit the pups, you're more than welcome to." she said gently, "They'll need good mentors when they get older."