She was hiding away in the lambs den today. Her fever had spiked again and she didnt want another repeat of what had happened to her the last time she went out. Her paw smelled terrible as well. Had legion taken notice, he hadn't said anything yet. She didnt even eat yesterday, for her stomach churned at the thought of food right now. She should of asked to see zuriel but asking things might bring on the ire of their keeper. Her paw throbbed and she gave a small whimper. She was doing her best to attract no attention but she figured the other lambs could hear her as well as smell the infection. She moved her head to lick at her paw. It was painful and tasted foul but she needed to clean it at least she figured.

The only thing was, she had no clue which herbs to use. Nor did she have any herbs. It was a problem, but maybe the Apollyon's son would know, if he even cared. His complaints last time had made her aware he didn't care about them though. Perhaps he just wanted to be recognized for something. Either way she foresaw mistreatment from him any chance he was given.

"Talk."

She had been out gathering herbs early this morning. She had been learning some healing lessons and she had plans to try and make use of her new knowledge the first chance she got. She was happy to be getting to learn these things because she knew it would be vary helpful in the future. Both her mother's and father's skills were useful in the pack and she was determined to learn them the best she could. The independent child had traveled past the den of the lambs and abruptly stopped. Setting her herbs down and sniffed at the air as a foul oder lingered around the den. Eyes scanned around, but didn't find any carcass' that needed cleaned up. Where was the smell coming from? Leaving her herb bundle she moved around, testing the air and trying to figure out where it was coming from. The scent was lingering around the den, but after some time and nose work she figured out it was in fact coming from inside the den. She knew the lambs should be cared for, so why this smell was lingering within the den made her wonder what had happened? She crawled inside moving at a weary pace at first, but more confident as she continued on. It wasn't until she could hear the faintest of whimper did she feel like something had been wrong. She quickened her pace until her dual gaze landed on the heavily scarred women. She was in the process of licking and cleaning her paw and the young girl wondered if that was were the smell was coming from. "Is that smell coming from you?" being young left her with no tact sometimes when she talked. Her statement wasn't meant to be nasty, but she had to know where it was coming from and it someone needed medical attention. She didn't feel like her father would like one of the lambs simply rotting away when they had an important purpose within the pack. "Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"