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

Scarlett was pleased to know that the female wolf knew about trades, even more importantly the white female had experience with healing. That was the most perfect answer she needed to hear since Raziel was still recovering from his wounds Scarlett didn't know what to do against fever or anything like that. To top everything off the female spoke about having experience with delivering young. This was almost too perfect. Scarlett's red eyed squinted for a moment. "That sound really useful," she returned. "We are actually in need of a healer," she admitted.

Scarlett wasn't going to tell the other about her young yet, because she wanted them to be safe. She couldn't get attacked now. Plus if the female would join she would find out sooner or later when Scarlett would start to show. Scarlett was also not sure if she wanted to do the birthing alone or not. "You have an naturalist eye. That is what I thought too. We have our own herd of deer but we don't always hunt on them. You shouldn't worry about the bear. Arthur talks about himself as a royal and is utterly lazy. He is a black bear, more mellow than a grizzly. He even helped us chase away an intruder once. He only dislikes to be woken up or bothered by eating really. He is too lazy to be aggressive."