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serpent plains

Okay... maybe fighting wasn't the best idea. But then again, her jaw had been almost healed and she had been taking care of her wounds as Starling dictated. Her jaw ached now, just a little... but at the same time there was satisfaction. She did well in that fight. She hadn't gotten that hurt, either. The main thing was a bit of bruising, and even that wasn't bad at all. She was missing a few hairs from her scruff... okay, she got bit and it stung just a little but most of the time she didn't even notice it.  

Right now, she was flopped outside her den, herbs laid out in front of her. She had already taken her dosage today, but she hadn't gone through the Italian words Starling had taught her when he was here last. It wasn't much, but tey were good memories... and it was a calming activity. Black nose touched the first herb, the one with the bundles of white flowers.  "Prato dulce." Her nose moved to each item she had collected, in order. "Sambuco, boscaglia, bacca, albero, ramo..."her voice trailed off as her ears flattened and she stared at the last item... then a grin appeared, and she murmured the final word: "Boglia!"  Tail beating on the dirt, her eyes closed happily.

"Speech" "Italian"