You wake up, surrounded by stars. Your body feels lighter than a feather, perhaps even lighter than air. A Merle she-wolf can be seen in the distance, the color of herbs permanently staining her fur and she approaches. A soft smile appears on her muzzle and she angles her head to the side. "I was wondering when I'd meet the pack's new Herbalist. I'm Moss, the first healer of The Pack Of Crimson Shadows. I'll pass my knowledge as best as I can onto you, but you will have to decide what you do with that knowledge." With that, she presses her nose to your forehead as her ice eyes begin to glow, your head fills with her knowledge and memories. Your head feels like it's about to explode with how much you're taking in, but as soon as you reach the point of excruciating pain, she removed her cold nose and sits down. "To feel this pain is to feel the pain of your packmates. Have empathy for them, for they don't have the knowledge of these herbs like we do."
