Sing Me Like A Folksong [Amaryllis]

Lydia nodded sympathetically at the mention of heat season. She'd had to endure her first heat cycle when she'd turned a year and it had been absolutely miserable. In that regard she was not excited for spring for it meant she'd have to go through all that misery again and she had no intention of having pups. The thought of her scent suddenly making her attractive to males made her want to hide. Maybe she'd spend her spring as a hermit. "A todd?" She'd not heard that term before and wondered if that was what they called boy foxes.

"Yes, I'm a healer. I've been training since I was quite young. My name is Lydia, what is yours? If I may, could you show me where you found that motherwort?"