You never seen the rain

The fur along her spine stood on end at the panicked voice that came towards her, eyes widening and head whipping towards the vibrant woman. She came stumbling over and for a moment the Archer-Lyall was afraid she had consumed something poisonous... Until she saw the state of the poor girls nose. "Hana!" She responded, sounding scandalised, "What did yer do to yerself? Yer know yer gotta be careful with that thing!" She motioned with a tip of her nose towards the other woman’s nose.

With a sigh she motioned towards the second den. Since Ulric hadn’t ever really moved in, she had set it up with the skins Sirius and Mortis had gifted to them, a few turtle shells she had collected with gathered water, and she had dug out small shelves inside to store herbs on to dry. At least that way if anyone needed ongoing treatment, they could be close at hand. "Yer lucky, I’ve got jus’ th’ thing fer this." She pulled a small shell over, close to the mottled woman’s face, "Dip it in an’ outta this while I get sorted. The coolness should take away some o’ th’ sting." A short bark to Otis had him running towards her makeshift hive to gather one of the small bowls that caught honey that dripped from the hive above as she headed back to the plant she had just settled.

"speech".