The Sentinels on the pacific

The name of the Alpha and the land itself seemed to roll together in the accent of the male. Both words echoed in her mind, but she did not try them for herself yet — she knew this would be a difficult interview, so measured each word.

She had been about to reply to Lasher, who settled down with reassuring serenity, but was distracted by a lively sight. Something that Sleeping Dragon had not had: a puppy. This one looked perhaps quarter of a year old, and looked immediately to be a child of Lasher's. Lucani saw the pup's little nose twitch curiously, and she could only guess at what was being smelt. Many remnants, no doubt, of the ample lands she'd passed through, from pine forests and dead riverbeds to flower-shot meadows and craggy ditches.

Lucani gave a little nod to her, and left room for anything to be said regarding the pup, then answered the question when appropriate. My skills are in caregiving — healing, first and foremost, with a wealth of botanical expertise. But I also have an interest in the psychological welfare of those around me. Of all ages, she added, appreciating the presence of the little one.

But unfortunately I'm not in perfect health, she returned her eyes to the face of the dark male, though avoided his eyes submissively. I believe I ingested a poison, and it's made me unwell. It's not contagious, but nor has it passed in time or with all the medical knowledge I can apply. I have my mind, intellect, knowledge base and commitment to what I do, but I confess I can add no physical strength to your pack, beyond perhaps the catching of fish.