home turf harvest

"Niece?" She asked, tilting her head to the side curiously. "What is a 'niece'?" Extended familial relationships were totally foreign to Eris. There had not been any pregnancies in the Ademre during her time with them - she had been the youngest. Pups were unfamiliar territory, although she was just coming of age herself.

Eris nodded along as Belle worked, squinting as hard she could. She could somewhat make out how the female used her mouth to cup the moss and then the berries, but she was infinitely grateful that Belle did the honor of harvesting them. The last thing she needed was to trouble the others by going and getting sick, or worse. This wasn't some predator that could be taken out, or pain that would be fixed with cannabis. It sounded like a painful death sentence.

"Thank you," Eris said earnestly. "There is a thick, gnarled forest nearby. I have a feeling that there might be some excellent herbs there. Shall we meet there at the turn of the season?"