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"Nanook," she freely offered, with that same small, yet easy smile. The newcomer had a refreshing air about her, genuine and warm. If this was who she was to more than just new faces, then she would fit in well with Easthollow, Nanook had little doubt. "And you, remind me of yours." The mercenary had heard numerous monikers crop up around Easthollow in recent days, but each only in passing, and she sought every chance to amend that.

Her ears piqued at the newcomer's mention of herbs, and her thoughts turned immediately to Arlette. So they had finally recruited a healer for once. True, these winter days were hardly weather for finding any green thing alive and useful. In an ideal situation they would be working off the stores of the summer and spring. But this was perhaps the first real healer they'd had in a very long while, and Nanook hoped that she would stay, that by next year, Easthollow would have an ample supply of ingredients ready for any injury or illness that the Wilds were so prone to bring about. A supply, and a trained healer to help them.

"The snow seems to have a way of sifting around us, even without our help," Nanook mused, and quirked a good-natured smile as the newcomer recovered from her sneeze. "No, let us look for herbs. The prey is returning, and we have many paws who will make quick work of filling our caches with the provision they catch. We do not have many paws who are trained in medicine. Tell me what you look for, and I will do my best to help." Besides, if she wished to get to know the stranger, conversation would be necessary, and one did not need to stay quiet for plants the same way they did for prey.