Firefly Glen I've been burning my heart out

"What other option do you have? It's either me or no food for the winter!" Luna quipped again with a mischievous grin. Though she wasn't exactly suggesting she'd come with, the thought sounded fun -- similar to how she traveled and hunted briefly with Macaria sometime ago as a loner. Though those days were gone, and she didn't really see herself leaving the Glen anytime soon. 

Still, Lunaria would gladly bid him farewell if that was his decision for the future, in hopes that he'd find a place to call his own.

To Holland's question,  she hummed and took a moment to think about what she'd be asking. Then, a small memory came to mind: "Tell me how you treat wounds. I know wolves of your trade depend on certain plants to heal wounds, but do you just slab in on, or what?" The moon nymph could briefly recall her sister, Terraka, and her mentorship as a medic back in EaglePeak. Herbs being used to treat wounds were on of the things being taught to her, but it wasn't something Luna very much understood.