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Harlyn did not seem sad to comment that she could not focus upon naturalism anymore, but the black female still felt a bit sad for her. Perhaps not being in the position, Ilya did not truly understand, but she nodded as if she did and moved past. There really was no time in the day for everything, and maybe she could see that. It just upset her; to have so much to do to have to leave out parts of you? It was unfortunate. 

At the mention of a storyteller, Ilya perked her ears. She had no children and had no plans of a family yet. No mate, no love interests, and no idea where to begin meant no family. Although she did hope that she would get the chance before she grew too old. She smiled politely, wagging her tail. We'll have little ones running around soon, she woofed, in no mention of anyone. She didn't know if anyone in the hollow was expecting, she only meant the hollow was prospering. I bet that'll come to use soon enough. 

Gather herbs? Ilya thought, her ears perking once again. The thought was, (at least to her) random and caught her off guard. But she was flattered and now extremely eager. To learn from Harlyn? And alpha and an apparently very skilled wolf? She was honored, even. Ilya's tail wagged, and her jaws parted to a smile. "I would love to," she woofed, dipping her head.