Hushed Willows what a lark! what a plunge!

Pups. Tiny squealing little babies that she had absolutely no idea how to deal with or control or talk to. Yes. Those bastards, of course, of course, they were her absolute favourite, best of all creatures. "Pups, definitely. I'm quite good with kids." Yeah. Because she was a kid herself - y'know. In any case, even if she wasn't great at it, she'd probably eventually become alright, so it hardly mattered. "I'm sorry to hear about that," Saarth inclined her head, eyes cast downward respectfully. She wondered what the 'rough times' were but felt it impolite to ask. Maybe she shouldn't join this pack. What with the state of her head - she wasn't sure she'd be able to come with more external pain without compromising the delicate precarious situation in her mind.