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SPRING

"Good Sansa

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"Good Sansa. Tell me now what herbs I would use for stomach pains?"

Sansa looked at the table before her, the different plants spread in front. She pulled several plants from the table, showing them to Doctor Nox as he patiently waited.

"Correct again."

They continued their training. Sansa's grin grew with each new praise she received.

"Have you considered doing the pack's training program? I think you would benefit greatly from it."

Sansa shook her head, "no, I don't want to leave this pack."

Doctor Nox frowned, "you would only be gone for two or three years while you traveled to the other packs and learned medicine from them...it's a good opportunity. And with your lineage and grades, you would definitely make a good candidate."

Sansa laughed, "a forgotten pup makes a good candidate?"

Doctor Nox shook his head, "that's not what I meant."

Sansa only smiled, her hand going to idly rearrange the plants in front of her.

"Thank you but... I will have to decline."

"You haven't even really considered it."

"No."

His eyes widened at the sudden hardness that came into her tone. He leaned back to take the determined look glared his way. With a sigh he shook his head, accepting her answer.

Sansa and he both turned at the sound of a knock on the window. Three young males laughed at the attention they now were receiving, their eyes eagerly watching for Sansa's reaction as they pushed one male in particular forward. He shyly waved to her, earning a round of laughter from his peers.

A noise of displeasure left Doctor Nox as he rose to close the blinds upon their show. Groans and sounds of complaints could be heard on the other side. Sansa giggled at their pleas. She stopped at the look of disapproval cast from Doctor Nox.

"This is the time to work. Not play. I hope you understand that Sansa."

She sighed, "Yes, I do."

He reclaimed his seat beside her, a hard edge coming over his face as he glanced down at Sansa from the corner of his eyes.

"Do you know what the pack says about you?"

Sansa rolled her eyes, "I know what they say. You don't have to worry."

"I don't worry but...I just wonder why you would choose to keep staying in such a hostile environment."

"It's not hostile," she argued.

"Sansa, how many friends do you have?"

"One."

"The name?"

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