Can I clear my conscience

Sedna had taken her leave some days ago, under the pretence of finding the growing grounds of familiar herbs. She had no way to gather them, nor transport them over long distances currently, making note that perhaps she would need to track down someone who could make her one of those pouches or bags she had seen others take with them on such journeys. Of course, if she found something truely worthwhile she would carry it back clutched in her jaws, but that in itself had its limitations.

The wood around her was something astonishing, like nothing she had ever seen if she was honest. She was so busy looking up, that she noticed far too late a familiar scent right as she bumped into another warm and shaggy body. The girl skittered backwards, teeth bared and fur bristling, making her appear much larger than she was. When her eyes finally focused on just who she had run into the growl died in her throat, eyes narrowing with unveiled hatred. What was she doing here? The Archer-Lyall was sure the fall had killed her.

"speech".