Blacktail Deer Plateau praise to the earth mother.

Harlyn smiled gratefully at the woman and her son. Her grin broadened when she was referred to as 'Miss Harlyn', finding it to be charming having them call her such. The young gentleman seemed eager for the task his mother set and was quick to go rooting around in the cache she'd indicated. While he went foraging, the druid turned her attention back to the beta.

"A healer and storyteller?" Harlyn replied, tilting her head lightly to the side, "You and I do have much more in common than I was aware. My family was very passionate about sharing the tales of our ancestry and heritage. It was one of my absolute favorite things about growing up with them. I carry their stories very close to my heart, as I'm sure you do as well."

The druid's eyes drifted back to Casmir again as he dropped the pigeon at her feet. She gave him a smile and dip of her muzzle. "Why thank you," she said politely before leaning down to begin plucking away some of the feathers. She was not particularly hungry, but propriety did not allow her to decline the gift he'd brought to her.