ADVIL ADDICT — DOCTOR TRYOUTS/LESSON

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]Her mother had been a healer. That's how Rochelle liked to remember her. As the pleasant Oracle and her litter of kids hanging around the medic's quarters, not as a murderous tyrant looming in the shadows. She owed her mother for the gift of teaching her about healing, for sparking her interest in the art of medicine. It was a field she was fond of ... knowing how to cure and nurture instead of hurt and kill. So it was easy for her to be beckoned by the group, ears tilted up to catch up on the discussion.

"I'd say count me as interested, too ..." The wolf addressed before she settled into the group. Rochelle had never served as a Doctor, rather, she was much more experienced as a diplomat. Still, she had needed to take care of herself over the years, needed to know how to survive out in the wild, and that had expanded her knowledge on medicine, besides just the obvious curiosity for it all. "I wouldn't be adding anything that hasn't already been said, but," The dark brown wolf said firmly, "I want to emphasize cleaning out the wound before dressing it with anything. Not too familiar with the herbs you use commonly around this area, but sand would definitely be an issue, so I would prioritize that first."