Blackfoot Forest you are able to make me clean

She laughed quietly, remembering the northern land she had been born to. It was a desolate place of snow and darkness filled with packs of long lineage who bore wisdom and primitive aspects. It was nothing like Rosings, here she had actually felt a sense of home, of family. Her own pack had been a stiff place, filled with notions of nobility and stiff social ranking. 

"No, I was born far from here. I only joined this pack about a month ago, shortly after it formed." She explained briefly, recalling with a small smile the day Aaron had recruited her. 

She gestured with an incline of her head to her den, which loomed from the ancient tree. It had a magical feel to her even if that was a somewhat silly idea. It was a hole in the trunk of the large tree, which had fallen long ago and created a sort of roof. The dirt floor sloped down into a deep pit beneath the wooden trunk to create a cozy feel to it. "We're here."

She ducked into the hole first, mainly to show her where it was in the dim light. Her own eyes saw well in the dark as she approached the cache within her den where she stored her healing plants. Some had been dried in the bright sun of the less shaded places around Rosings, others stored fresh. 

Turning to Anna, who she had named in her mind as such, she studied her. "What exactly are your injuries? I could examine them if you wish but it would help if you tell me exactly how you sustained them." 

haha :P Liri will probably call her Anna, since she has a habit of nicknaming people. Feel free to tell her to stop though