Malone
She is watching him, the male with the golden eyes with her own, wide, green ones. Her silver pelt shivers and then a smile graces her features. "Well, the only one I can think of is poppy.. and it would be under bushes.. because then I could eat them, and you could fix my paw so it heals right." Mal speaks to him quietly, not liking how the cave catches their voices and echo's it.
"I'm just.. tiered.. right now." a pause, "You know... I.. its all so strange.. to be here, like this, now.."
Soldier
He pauses, one paw held above the ground; the male deliberates. "I...see." is said in an undertone. Then, louder does Sol speak, his voice harsh and hard, "I... could be your healer, if you want. I.. may need alittle overseeing Nebbia.. around injured or sick male wolves.. because I.. am.. that sort of wolf.. but I could train another in healing and go back to fighting afterwards." The dark wolf's offer is shy, uncertain. "I was a healer, in another pack, for a couple moons. The reason I did was... the pups were sick.." he clears his throat, "Besides, I needed to make sure I could take care of myself."