Her work was interrupted by a boy, politely curious, and she paused her grinding to look up at him. His coat was an interesting blend of black and greys, but she had far more pressing things to think about. She considered his words; usually she would have told him to leave her alone while she worked, but without her family to back her up she was on her own. And to be honest... she could use a little help. But only if he knew what he was doing.
"You know how to make a medicinal concoction for a cold?" Iðunn motioned with her muzzle to the Boneset that was now half-grinded. "I have... little experience. Could use some assistance." A mild look of annoyance appeared on her face for a few moments. She didn't wait for an answer before returning to her work, figuring if he knew how to help he'd take the initiative and get to work without her needing to tell him to do it.
"You know how Boneset works, yes?" She used the Swedish word for the herb, not knowing its name in the common tongue that most of the wolves here seemed to speak. But if he was a smart boy he could put the pieces together.
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