Blackfoot Forest you are able to make me clean

She stiffened at the female's words, memories appearing in her mind's eye. Another wife. It made her recall the last pack she had belonged to who had believed in polygamous relationships. She remembered the ugly, twisted woman who had been her sister wife.

Her lip curled slightly, one canine peeking between her lips not in her usual happy smile but in slight disgust at her last home. "I belong to no man," she told the other female defiantly.

Concern flirted over her features, relieving the biterness. "You are in pain, no? I can help you, I am a healer." The woman seemed tired, likely needing a place to sleep. "You may come with me to my den if you wish, likely you are tired. You may sleep there if you want, until you can dig a den of your own." She smiled kindly, offering her medicine and board but only if she wished to accept.