Joy in the little things

Gwynevere smiled and nodded to her new friend's enthusiasm when she questioned her statement about living in the castle and giving her a curious look when she mentioned stories about a different pack that had lived there once upon a time that her father had told. She certainly loved a good story, but with a beach to search she was too focused on the task at had to get more details right now. She did tuck that information away for later though so that perhaps she could find out more when they were satisfied that the beach had given up everything they were looking for. "You can come to the castle later if you want! We'd just have to get permission, but I don't think they'd mind you visiting. Or if you're looking for a pack to join maybe you can join ours." Was that how recruiting worked? She wasn't sure, socializing had never been her strong suit.

Either way, they got to searching the beach and with a pretty conch shell found, she went to look for Antheia and found the smaller woman trotting toward her with a mouth full of seaweed. Gwyn grinned widely at the find, her tail wagging gently behind her. It was a bit difficult to make out what she was saying since it came out more like "Ef ound oo soe sewee" but, the managed to piece things together. "Oh thank you!" she replied happily, flipping open the flap that closed off her bag and holding it out to Antheia so she could drop it in. "I've been doing some experiments with using them like bandages!" she explained, clearly excited about the work she had been doing. "Since herbs are so hard to find right now and I'm quickly running out of lambs ear I was hoping to find something else to help seal over wounds so maybe this will do the trick."

"Gwynevere" | "Eilwen"