Bearclaw Valley not lightly do the leaves of Lothlórien fall {J}

hestia grinned at the polite laugh of the albino alpha fae and nodded her head down towards to ground once again, stance softening as she listened to the information being provided to her by the conveniently helpful fae. "I am Hestia Ambrosia, from the northern mountains. it's nice to meet you, Scarlett. and yes, I'm quite familiar with the trade system from a few packs I've spent small amounts of time with in the past. I've a small amount of training as a healer, which usually proves useful and as a fae whose had a few pups of her own before, I'm fairly good with pupping and care-taking of that kind. any of that useful to you?"

she grinned wolfishly- hah, she was hilarious- and sniffed the wind, getting used to the scents of the place that was likely to be her home for at least a season or two. "it's a nice looking place to be sure, well defended and even well supplied. I can see why the wildlife thrives, with this much balance in the area. you said you had a bear living here, like... not a psycho one?"