Stocking Up

"Hmm... yes, this is all common. It's unfortunate that she's losing the entire contents of her stomach, though - that won't do at all," Luce said tersely, though not directed at Zee. She deeply appreciated the slave's concern for their shared Empress. If Zee could prove herself to be such an proactive and useful attendant during Deathbelle's pregnancy, than Lucretia's opinion would surely begin to shift. The health and well-being of the pack and its members would forever be her primary concern. She would gladly smite those who stood in the way of that - such as the way that Zee had impeded her physical examination - but she was typical a shrewd, genial wolf.

"Well, how would you treat these ailments?" Luce asked, her ears pricked for Zee's answer. It wasn't a trick question, the shaman wanted to gauge the slave's preexisting knowledge before delving into her explanation. She could tailor the information to the other female's pool of knowledge; many wolves who weren't healers had some rudimentary knowledge of herbs and their uses.