Vera purred softly into her larger companion's chest at his murmur of there already being a healer in the pack. She had yet to meet this wolf and find out just how much they knew, but she doubted that whoever they were, Florence knew more. Nothing could change her mind on this as she believed that he was the best at what he did, but there was also the case that he wouldn't be able to do anything without her help. Yes, she was totally the brains and force behind their teamwork and skills, definitely. Without her awesome knowledge everything would crumble. She was like the sticky glue that held everything together. Yep, one hundred percent true.

When he said that he had thought about being a teacher, if not a healer, the Diminutive Ivory She-wolf smiled. She knew that he would make a great teacher. Florence had a knack of getting others to listen to him, and was very patient - especially with her - when it came to teaching remembering lots of things at once. "Well, whatever you chose, healer, teacher or other, I know you'll be great at it." He had told her so many stories that he had been told by his mother; they very all very fascinating and interesting, while at the same time filled with lots of history. Snuggling closer to his shaggy body, Vera closed her eyes and let herself relax into the reaches of sleep. Mixed with the warmness of the den and just being near Florence, she quickly fell into the dream world.