Stocking Up

"Yes, little pet?" Luce crooned, stepping out from the depths of her den. Autumn was a busy time for any healer - it was imperative to create abundant stock for the coming winter, and even more so with the advent of Deathbelle's pregnancy. It was all enough to make her head spin.

But what could this little sylph want? Luce had no love for the blue-green touched female. Her ingratiating behavior did not help her case any, especially since none of it was directed at her. Not that Lucretia fished for compliments the same way her sister did, but some recognition would be nice. It wasn't easy keeping a pack strong and healthy, after all. "What is it you need? Has Deathbelle sent you?" She asked, a biting urgency to her voice at the second sentence. If the Empress needed her assistance, she had to be prepared for anything. Belle's health was her priority.