seeking shelter from this storm

the old woman would introduce herself as Shaye, the alpha of Abaven. Huntington had heard of her from Poem, though at the time there was another alpha not now in power. Rhyme. the girl gave a nod, secretly content with her luck. they seemed to lack a healer, and that meant a steady flow of patients that would not be fought over with another wolf. she could work in relative peace. this was good news to her. "boneset and valerian root" she said, pushing forward the bundle to Shaye. a fair trade for her acceptance into the pack, she thought.

"they are yours, along with my experience to aid Abaven" 'Rose' stated after the woman stated she would be accepted in their ranks. the girl did not care how busy she was; busy meant new experience and knowledge. precious knowledge. she required a steady flow of patients to assist her in growing as a being of absoluteness. "I do not shy from work, however hard it may be." she added in with another brief nod. the light still did not reach her eyes completely, though it could be mistaken for the ragged appearance of the land itself.

she had obviously fled, and had little time to prepare. "all I ask for is a den, herbs and patients." Huntington added.

"speech"