Heart Of Fire

She had, admittedly, been napping when the tread of Creed’s paws, familiar by now since his move to the main den system nudged her out of her slumber, enough that she was awake by the time his announcement of his presence was made. She met his appearance with a light smile of greeting, before the bright colors of his bouquet lowered her attention to his jaws. Several jumped out at her as being useful herbs, but they were all flowers.

“You’ve some pretty good finds there, Creed.” She offered with a grin, as she pulled herself to her paws and sidled up to get a better look. She hadn’t re-applied the scent masking routine she’d been taking up, and her alcove was thick with her scent, mixed with the plants of her trade, but she paid no mind, instead looking over Creed’s finds with a closer eye, before she gently added, “But Foxglove – these flowers here – is a poisonous plant, though it has a few uses…”

She grinned up at him with a chuckle and settled her hips to the stone ground, head cocking. Now that she looked him over, he looked decidedly nervous. “Is everything alright?” The concern in her Irish brogue and amethyst flecked eyes was palpable as she looked him over.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think