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

Scarlett's heart stopped beating when the other female talked about a beaten up yearling. A female yearling. Scarlett instantly thought of Néa. Her poor little Néa. She hoped it wasn't her. She would pray it wasn't her. But she had knowledge about healing too. "Did you happen to know this pup's name?," Scarlett asked quietly. "My adoptive daughter Néa has been missing for a long time now." A soft smile then turned on her lips. She hoped Néa was okay. She would always be Scarlett's daughter but at some point Scarlett had to let it go. She couldn't force a yearling to stay with her. If it was her path to run from something then Scarlett would let her.

"Well, any knowledge is good to be honest. I have a bit too, so maybe we can learn from each other," she smiled. Indirectly telling the other female that Scarlett basically already considered accepting her in the pack. Hestia seemed like an amazing member to have in their pack and it also seemed that she was a good future friend. "Well I guess you struck gold too, because I think I would be a fool not to accept you. I might even let you help with the birth of my little ones in about 6 weeks. Let me show you around Bearclaw Valley."