Totoka River foam on the waves

Herbs. Moorhen let out a soft breath of relief, taking the woman at her word. It was uncharacteristic for the raven, but she was too tired to keep up her usual amount of skepticism. Even when the shewolf went on to question her, she could not work up enough worry to keep her from answering.

"Yes," she admitted, her ears flickering uncertainly. The woman's skull markings made her seem somewhat untrustworthy, but that didn't make much sense even to Moorhen's muddled mind. "For, um - stelpa​. A girl." Her gaze turned guarded, now, but the woman was small - smaller, perhaps, than Thresher herself. That didn't make it impossible for the woman to eat her, but slightly less likely. Still, Moorhen clammed up, unsure what more to say.