Mage Katheryn Lyons knew she would be needed among the healer-mages. She was in her last day of white-tipped fox ears. She remained silent as she filed in among the mages called to the battle. It was early spring and the Orcs and trolls could build their armies and invade now that the pass was open.<br/><br/>Kate fallowed the mages into the caravan of wagons. A pentagon was laid out on the main drive an in an instant the entire party of battle mage, healers, and hypothacarys appeared in a large camp comprised of soldiers, lord-officers, and the King Atrius. The mages from Wildwood Shire were intergrated with mages from other towns. Kate jumped off the wagon and immediately headed into the medical tent.<br/><br/>As she entered, her eyes were drawn to a young man that was among her father's elite. She rushed to his cot and grabbed a stool, and sat by his side. Kate was not allowed to approach the guards at the manor. At 17, the red headed mage would cause the soldiers extra duties if she were within six feet of them. In her fox form, Kate would hide in the bushes and watch the guards train.<br/><br/>Alistair was special, he was the son of Captain Artimus, thought he was not recognized by his father. Kate never saw the two embrace. Alistair was approximately her age and she watched him grow from a scrawny  kid to a muscular man. Her heart fell to see him neglected on the cot.<br/><br/>Kate immediate sat on the stool and held the young soldier's scared sword hand. She put her index finger to her lips then removed her hood just enough to reveal her green eyes and delicate featured face. The mage's healing mana penetrated his body, through his hand. He mana would heal him slowly with a gentle heat.<br/>"I snuck out to help. What can I get you?" She spoke as she helped remove his torn and bloodied uniform.