Wheeling Gull Isle Those long winter nights

The scent of lavender permeated the evening, even long after the death of the crop itself.  Its calming aroma wafted around Natshana (who often rolled in the herb to work as a somewhat constant perfume in her fur) while the soothing effects continued to work their magic.  She currently approached with a small branch of juniper berries clasped between her jaws.  If she could not help hunt, she would provide relief in other ways.  Stepping forward, she would offer a respectful nod to Mou - whom she was unfamiliar with - prior to advancing on the feast before her.  Setting down the branch off to the side so as not to be confused with the food, she bowed her head to both Huā and Aiolos.

"Empress, Emperor, thank you for the feast, and happy solstice," she spoke warmly as her eyes soon indicated the juniper berries nearby. "For bellyache," a bit of humor shone in her moonlit gaze. "Although, it can give strength and calmness, too." Natshana politely bobbed her head one final time before selecting a lobster for herself.  She had yet to try much seafood since joining Yuèlóng.  Tonight she would change that.  The apothecary settled within range of the other wolves but not in any of their immediate areas.