Seaside Moors Is someone else in me?

"Yes," Grímnismál nearly jumped at the presence but nodded, maybe rather too much. A fast answer as well, she was startled being at the moment. There was a wariness to strangers, even if they did accept her so. Being so used to the company of only her mother, it was something she was not prone to getting used it.

Hopefully, she'll learn so.

Her red eyes focused on the plant. It was recongizable, "That's sea holly, miss," the reaper responded, "they ease cramps, convulsions, and the falling sickness." She supposed they were useful for many. She found it especially useful to those who fell for the falling sickness; so her mother called it. If a wolf was prone to strokes and seizures, taking the sea holly often helped reduce the attacks.