gotta keep going

She raised her eyebrow at the male's recitation. "Don't spend much time with kids, do you?" she murmured. "I assume if you did you would have found out by now that horsetail's got toxic effects when ingested by pups. Anyway," she raised her voice on the last word, turning her head so the pups could hear her once more, "He's a tough kid, he doesn't need a big clumsy bandage for a little cut." She cocked her head to the side thoughtfully as she studied them, the adult male apparently dismissed from her mind though she kept one ear flicked toward him to keep track of him. The boy, Shaw, had asked a question about her kids. An easy subject, them. "Yes, I have three pups, two boys and a girl - Angel, Phim, and Vana. They were born the very first day of spring." She paused to think - how to describe them? "They're playful, funny... mud and frogs seem to be a big thing with them. They're friendly. All three of them are learning how to hunt, and do first aid, and protect themselves if they have to." She didn't really know what a kid would want to know about another kid, so she just kind of trailed off. "You know, you would be welcome to rest and get something to eat with us, both of you. My pack's border is just outside this field, you can probably smell the scent markers from here if you try really hard. We have very, very strict laws against harming pups - you'd be safe there until you are better rested and can decide what you want to do next."