Wapun Meadow Plates and Saucers

While she was still wallowing in self-pity, Myrtle was kindly reassured when she was told that there would be supplies readily available for her. A neatly stocked herb den? She could hardly believe it. "Ohh, thank you!" She whimpered, and as he fell into step beside her, she meekly reached out to touch her crown to his shoulder, a gesture to show her appreciation. There was an airy yet earthen scent to his pelt, an alluring musk that accompanied his casual, uninhibited aura. He was effortlessly charming, she thought- much more easygoing than most other strangers she met. And she didn't, for a second, fathom he had anything to hide. 

She had noticed his scars, though- and when he spoke of his medic, she was drawn to glean perhaps a vague glimpse of what might've been a more sinister lifestyle than what she would've suspected of someone as kind as him. The medic, he said, treated the pack members often. Given the amount of scars Merrick had, she inferred that there had been some sort of conflict- but he seemed so gentle, so helpful...She leapt to the conclusion that he'd been a victim, once- attacked or hurt by some sinister foe, and found herself sympathizing with the devil who captivated her with his charm. She thought to ask him about his comment, to see why it was his comrades so often demanded the skill of their medic- but she felt it would be rude, especially given the fact that he was offering to share his herbs with her. She gave him the benefit of the doubt instead. "Hobefully not all from bee stigs," She said. Bee stings were miserable- she wouldn't wish a bee sting on any other, especially now. 

He introduced himself, and she found herself enamoured even further, with the soft and endearing sound of his name. She smiled faintly. "Can I call you Berry? Er...Merry?" It was a cheeky question- and took some effort to enunciate given the fact that her nasal cavity was swollen, but she was a mischevious young thing, who liked nicknames. "I'm Byrtle. Ugh. Mmmmmyrtle," She said. But she shrugged, and as a compromise- or perhaps in an attempt to make a deal with him, she added "But you cab call me Byrtie if you want."