Herbalists' Cache a body, troubled with secrets of a romantic affair with the stars.

the ivory beast would only stare as the other spoke her foreign words. the meaning completely lost on her ears. she could at least assume it was pleasant, for the other would soon follow up in a heavily accented tone. taking her eyes away from the other woman, Heloise would note the decent stock of herbs in this vicinity. "no" she would answer, having no proper way to store what she collected anyway. it would be a fruitless effort. "do you require some aid in the gathering?"

she did not want to assume the other could not handle it. it was mere politeness returned to the mirror mind. the other smelt of a community and Heloise could only guess that the woman was gathering for her packmates. as a newcomer to this landscape, it was important to forge some semblance of relationships. especially where packs were concerned. it would do her good to learn more. still, though, she did not approach recklessly. she maintained her distance to the other. another show of respect.