Salutations! They call me Skye and I am the oldest member of the Pack. I am the Herbalist but as soon as I hit 6 years I will be the pack Mentor. Im not the Best looking one in the pack but I am sure wise! My time may be cut short being a part of this pack but, I'm at least very happy to be here while I still have some spark in me!
The Day I died was a eventful one indeed Tarot, the new Herbalist the puppy I watched grow up to be an intelligent young wolf He frantically runs around trying to help me as I lay there with a weak voice telling him there is no more he could do. Tarot looks at me with tears in his eyes, he says with a cracked whimper, "What good is a Healer if they can't help any more. I look at him as the room is spinning around me and reassure him, "There are times where we can't do anymore to help another wolf it's called the end of life and start of a new one. Tarot Howls and Cries as Skye took his final breath. The rest of the pack comes in to mourn the death of Skye they all cry as they are heartbroken the first death of the pack, But no one could be as Torn apart as Tarot was about his death. He feels like he just lost his father.
