an introductory course

Pregnancy did look good on her. Lucretia wasn't a vain wolf by any means - in fact, her appearance often fell by the wayside during these busy seasons of herb collecting - but with Bourbon's careful attention and her serious food cravings, she had filled out nicely. Her fur had a particular luster to it that was  different than its typical coarse, dull texture. It was thanks in part to the intense cravings she'd had for fish. The oils were good for you, that she knew, but she wasn't as aware of these secondary benefits. Quite simply, she was feeling a little bit full of herself.

Channeling her inner Deathbelle, Luce relished the additional attention she received from her mate. He was more doting than ever and she lapped up his affection like an underwatered flower. Going along with her strikingly good mood and newfound generous disposition, Luce thought it would be beneficial for everyone to arrange a joint training between the empire's packs. Iolaire had readily agreed - the shamyn was pleased to find that the Armada's healer had been considering a similar event. It seemed they had more in common than she'd thought. 

"Alright, I've brought some common herbs from my atelier to go over. Some are from last season, but perhaps we can use them as examples to gather more, fresher materials," Luce began. A rare excitement colored her voice. The typically sour, paranoid Klein was utterly pleasant to be around. Feverfew, Luce's albino raccoon, had tagged along. The chubby woodland creature was lingering in the nearby shade provided by some long grasses. Summertime meant sunburns and uncomfortable heat, but Few had been needed to help transport some of the herbs. She peered out over the clearing with perpetually displeased, beady eyes. Lucretia looked to Iolaire, her tail wagging slowly and surely. "Where should we begin?"