Blackfeather Woods like a shot to the face

A murmured name gave her start, her own. Head raised with concern, relaxing as the voice and figure of Potema was recognized. A small chuff of greeting slipped from betwixt her lips, attention now on the woman. Voice soft, as it tended to be now, befitting one so full of doubt and unease, she spoke. "I am searching for a herb, but it's name slipped my mind." she stated, body still slightly lowered and limbs crouched in the slightest as she had not taken it upon herself to rise to her full height.

She realized then she had not elaborated on its use, and only after a moment of silence elapsed did she add, "For the aches. The pups are...big." she murmured, glancing at her bloated sides a moment, wondering if they would stir again as they had early this day.