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Lúta sensed that something had happened but was unsure of how much she should pry. She hadn't seen Resin in awhile and she'd caught the scent of a few strangers moving in and out of the territory. Flinching she slowed her pace a little bit more, limping slight as she walked. The bite wounds she'd taken from the potential trespasser were deep and she'd had to spend some time treating her own injuries. In fact that was what she was doing now. Lúta worked her way toward her favorite yarrow patch. The plant was one of the most useful to have in a healers repertoire and it was a hardy plant that was stubbornly growing in the castle courtyard despite the colder weather.

She eased herself down to pick some of the leaves while Raga got a fire going. She looked up as she heard Gwynevere approach and the girl spoke. Concern flashed across her face. "Your mother? Certainly, I'd be happy to. What happened? Did more of those massive dire wolves trespass?"