seeking shelter from this storm

t'was not Noir or Poem that showed, but a woman that appeared to be related to them both. Huntington was not surprised; one of the youth had already spoken to her about Abaven being a family pack. whether Noir's dismissal or Poem's acceptance... it mattered not. the girl swirled an ear forward at the old woman's tone, but her expression remained neutral. when addressed, inquirying as to why she was here, the young healer proceeded to sit up a bit straighter than she already was.

"well met. my name is Rose" she gave the title that she had done so far to others in Boreas. why should this be any different? perhaps if she gave a name of her own, a fairer one, the old woman would relax more. "I spoke briefly with your kin, a girl named Poem, and she told me of your community." her tone was civil, stating facts that had happened before meeting this wolf. her head tilted to the herbs at her feet. the scarce ones she had taken from the swamps.

boneset. valerian root. her pale eyes returned to the woman's face. "I am a healer by trade, and wondered if I would be accepted in Abaven." there was no point in fluffing up her resume; she would let her actions speak for how dedicated and skilled she was.

"ooc; to note. Huntington is known as 'Rose' to Poem (and several others), and she will give her false name to Shaye because of this"