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Gwynevere had been out in the gardens just outside of the pack's borders taking advantage of the fresh spring growth that had begun to blossom thanks to all of the rains they had endured through the Auster winter. It had been difficult to get out and collect many herbs through the winter with the near constant onslaught of rain so now it was time for her to catch up and restock their stores. She hoped that perhaps she could plan another trip to see Ysmir as well now that the weather was nicer, but she kept that at the bottom of her to do list for now. She knew it was still technically the viking's turn to come see her instead so she tried to hold off as long as she could, but it was becoming difficult.

She was distracted by her own thoughts while she sorted through dandelion roots, boneset, motherwort, and ginseng, among other herbs, on one of the tables in the infirmary. Because of that she completely missed the toddling, gray bird that came through the door toward her until she was greeted by a voice she didn't recognize. She looked up from her work with a soft "Hm?", her lavender and sage eyes landing on the unusual guest. Her eyes widened and then blinked with surprise, taken aback by the large but still clearly young bird that told her that he was here for a "check-out" which she eventually translated to "check-up".

It was rare for her to leave the infirmary for more than just her meals or to sleep—and even then she would at times do either in this place as well—so missing new additions to the pack wasn't new for her, but missing the addition of a bird wasn't something she expected. "Um... Okay, sure," she replied with a bit of uncertainty as she turned to face the fledgling, her usual calm, soft smile lingering on her lips as she moved toward him. She settled on her haunches in front of him and while she scratched her head over the thought of giving a bird a physical she asked, "What's your name?"

"Gwynevere Carpathius"