The brother and sister padded down the path, herbs in their mouths. Asinti, the healers brother sighed, wishing his foot would heal so he could train. Sage growled slightly. "This is important, okay? Get over it." Her amused tone was muffled by leaves. They trotted through camp, and Asinti spat the bitter leaves out in Sages healing den. "Thanks, brother. Now you can re sort them." He whined, and she batted him with a paw, before setting to work sorting them into crevices in the wall, her brother laying and cleaning his wounded foot.