Man! I feel like a woman!

Gossamer moved cautiously. For once the pup wasn't running amok like her tail was on fire. She had dried chamomile held between her teeth and Ásta warned her it was very fragile and might fall apart if she wasn't careful. If it fell apart then they couldn't make tea so she moved slowly, very slowly. So slowly that Ásta had a fire going by the time the little pup finally arrived. She set the dried chamomile down on an piece of rawhide then grabbed two ceramic bowls out of Ásta's bag. She'd need to get water for the tea so she carefully grabbed the fox's waterskin, formerly a bison bladder, and wandered to the stream to fill it. As she did she noticed an adult lady siting in the water. She wandered up to the edge of the stream and set he waterskin down. "Hi! How come you're sitting in the water? Isn't it cold? I'm making tea if you want some!" She was also going to make a poultice but that was for owies, not for drinking.