On the Subject of Flowers

At the sounds of the howl, Mercy was not far behind the larger woman. She had been walking around the trees, looping around their base as she thought of what to do next with her apprentice. She felt a little out of her league being a mentor, and she was glad that Siruis didn't think that she was a complete idiot. Yet. There was still time to change her mind. Elongated tail streamed behind her as she tried to catch up with Birna, but the multi-hued warrior beat her to the borders. Slowing to a trot only a few paces behind, Mercy took the time to look at the black and gray woman who was standing a bit away from their scent marker. There were odd contraptions tied to her and her partners back, leaving her head tilting at an angle. What in the world did they have going on there? Eyeing Birna, she moved to stand at her side, aiming to leave a foot or two between the two woman. Picking up a pack scent on the two, her eyes narrowed slightly, finding it hard to take them off of the jars. "And I am Mercy, what do you have there?" She asked, cutting straight to business. They were odd looking things, with an even stranger creature aiding them. Gazing at the little guy, she sniffed the air again. Never before had she seen something quite like that...

"Speech"
'thoughts'