<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d7/Hiti.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Hiti<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Danae, Astir, L'aen, Son'Lahleli, Tsagani, OPEN.<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shaman House.<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, 8th Day of the Hunger Moon.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Things had gone well that morning; to say Hiti had learned a lot was an understatement. Healing, herbs and the like had always interested her, but the Tikaan did things so differently and had so much more; it was simply fascinating to her. The redhead wasn't her usual self at all, or so it seemed to all who would see her working. She was reliable, determined, not frightened of anything or anyone and she an a elegant, confident aura that surrounded her like the cold itself. Hiti had had....fun. Danae was always sweet and patient with her, and the alone time the two had together definitely improved her view on the wolves, though in the back of her mind she couldn't help feel that they weren't all the same.<br/><br/>When the two had arrived back to the Shaman hut around midday, Hiti had helped replenish and had taken a short lesson on the art of blending herbs, something she hadn't done much of before her time with the Tikaan. And to think it was only her second day. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all. The redhead was dressed in very casual, over-sized clothing consisting of a pair of black cotton trousers tucking into fur boots, a deep green, circle-collar tunic that hung against her small frame loosely which her neckless hung under as per usual, and a pale, almost white fur cloak, which had been hung upon her entering the hut. It was cold out again, the only thing to be expected of winter. Her long hair was tied into a high ponytail, the layers in it fanning out like live flames against the back of her neck.<br/><br/>Just as Hiti thought the two would get a minute to themselves, to discuss more tips and tricks of the trades, to even talk about what it meant to be an Omega of the pack, the newest member of the group, a tall male Tikaan who she hadn't caught the name of, burst into the hut carrying the female wolf she knew to be Son' something or other. Why was she so bad at remembering names? The sudden slam of the door made her jump, her bright eyes darting over to stare at the two, orbs watching as he made his way to a cot near the fire. Danae rushed over immediately, and Hiti had to admit she was a little envious of her calm demeanor. As soon as her name was called, however, Hiti sprang to action, spinning on her heels to grab all the things that Danae had asked for. Her hands had a mind of their own as she judged what herbs would been needed, collecting everything into a mixing bowl along with bandages and other tools. The girl sped over towards the healer beside the cot where the female Tikaan lay, a composed expression on her flushed features. "Here, Danae." Once she'd extended the items to the Shaman, she took little time to spring to action. There wasn't much she could do, but she would find the thing she could and complete them for the sake of the injured.<br/><br/>Hiti did notice two other wolves enter, with Seni standing somewhere off in the background, but she didn't dare glance at them as she gathered clean blankets from the corner of the room, pulling them to her chest as if guarding them with her life. Hiti span again, making her way over towards the new male wolf first, who was currently beside Son' on the cot. She placed two folded up blankets at the bottom of said cot, just beside Son'Lahleli's feet. "Two blankets. Please use one for yourself when you are done." She turned to the healer who was just about to get to work. "There's one there for her too, Danae." She felt bad about calling Son'Lahleli<em>'her'</em>, but she simply couldn't think of her full name at that point.<br/><br/>Next, Hiti turned to the two male wolves lead on the ground by the fire and without even a hint hesitation, she crouched a little in front of Astir. "Here, a blanket for you." She hoped there would be no argument about her needed to tend to the warriors who were badly wounded, but she extended the blanket over the first Tikaan all the same, her expression unwavering. Standing, she moved around to L'aen, offering a simply, warming smile at the stranger. "For you as well." Again, her arms worked by themselves and she extended the final blanket over him, before straightened. She would then head for the door to check how many more were making their way to the hut, holding the door open if needed, before returning to her blanket duties. There wasn't much she could do, but she was going to make use of herself somehow.