She strolled contently through the grass, grasping her upcoming adulthood excitedly. There was still another season to wait, until the leaves fell and for the snow to wrap Alacritia in a cold white blanket. Wriggling her haunches, she leaped up to one of the smooth silver boulders, balancing her weight carefully as she stepped on other stones. Her mind decided to remind her of her busy "teenage life". The memory of helping the sick female by the Orchard seemed to stand out the most. Who was she? She seemed like a nice and gentle wolf. The ebony gal wouldn't mind another encounter with her...and what about her repayment? Surely she wouldn't forget that (even if the healer did not desire a reward). But for now, she would exercise her long limbs as she proudly took long strides across each stone, paying no attention to the world surrounding her. "Speech"

Even with her condition still pretty bad, she did not forget about the green-eyed woman's gift. Titania...that was her name. She was practically the whole reason Wren eventually got well enough to go home. And Wren had insisted she repay her once she got better and strong again. Forgetting about it, or lying, wasn't something she was very good at. It would of haunted her mind forever, whispering her name in a devilish voice constantly. She wouldn't bear it. Not in the already bad condition she was in, no. So here she was, calmly crossing into neutral territory with a bundle of smelly purple flowers in her jaws and two dead hare carcasses sprawled across her back. She knew that these three simple gifts wouldn't be enough at all. Wren still owed the dark woman much more. But for now...while she was skinny and anxious, this was all she could offer. Suddenly, that familiar aroma filled the nose of the pregnant woman. Wren instantly picked up her pace---until she realized that she was at the stone rock garden. No way would she be able to climb up these rocks...she'd trip, fall down. Something like that. But she could see the woman's figure...bouncing across the rocks easily. Wren thought about howling, but instead, she just yelled over at her. "T-Titania!" It was muffled, due to the flowers she still had in her mouth. But it was loud...loud enough for her to hear. After all, she wasn't too far away. "!It's nice...to see you! But could you c'mere!?" Was all she could manage to yell, before dropping her rump to the ground and heaving through the stems of the smelly flowers. This new sickness she had---or whatever, was really beginning to bug her. She was starting to act like some grumpy pregnant wolf.

She swung her head back to the feminine voice that had called her name. To her own surprise she would find the very woman that she had healed by the Orchard. Almost ironic how the same wolf that she had her thoughts on had appeared before her. Wait, what was that on her back? Were those hares? The thought of freshly caught hare made her mouth water and her stomach grumble. But enough daydreaming, she decided to advance towards the goldenly tanned wolf, leaping off the boulder. It was through the lady's words that the young healer had picked up something unusual. Was it normal for a wolf to behave in a tired exhausted manner? Was she sick again? Then why was she here instead of having her own healer tend to her? "Are you feeling alright?" She asked with a concerned tone, approaching the older dame. "You're not sick, are you?" Her green gaze observed the purple flowers and the hares intently. What else could it be? A repayment? Gifts? For her? "Speech"