The Lycans

Moments later, the tent's curtain shifted, and a young girl entered.

She had long brown hair tied in a braid and hesitated before stepping inside.

"She's Tiara," Mother Venice suggested. "She has the highest chance of becoming a healer."

Draven raised an eyebrow. 

"Who is she? From Hans' tribe?"

"No, she's from ours," Naisha answered.

Draven frowned.

"Huh? Never seen her before."

Mother Venice chuckled. 

"That's because she's always inside the tent, preparing healing herbs. And when we travel, she keeps her hood up."

Draven turned toward Tiara, observing her closely.

The girl froze in place.

Her fingers twitched slightly as she lowered her gaze, her whole body trembling.

Naisha clicked her tongue. 

"Hey! Stop scaring her."

Tiara swallowed nervously, then slowly turned to Mother Venice. Her voice shook.

"D-Do you need something from me, Mother?"