Lost Creek Hollow didn't expect you to whisper some truth through your hands

"Juniper Saturnin." She says with a single wave of her bushy tail, unaware that there are implications to her introduction. Seeing an opportunity she presses on, blindly. "Beyond the usual gamut of wolf stuff, my father taught me a great deal about herbs and poultices. My knowledge is, well, not rudimentary but useful enough. I haven't had much time to hone it in recent months but I'd be more than willing to take up that task once my living situation was a bit more stable."

She casts a quick look over the other woman's shoulder, wondering if more would be joining their pack mate in this meeting. It wasn't unusual for many wolves to investigate a potential newcomer. It made her nervous, but decidedly less so than if Root had been neutral or even cold towards her.