Hideaway Strath I wonder

For as deeply scarred as she was, it was a stark contrast from her good nature. Aside from Kynareth and his cheeky ways, Zsuzsa had not encountered another Saint that radiated profound kindness like the one female before her. Sure, every member had been extremely informative and helpful when Zsuzsa settled into the Strath, but this small female seemed to beam a neighborly nature.
 
Her name was Arlette and seemed like she was one of the resident healers. It was good to know the Saints had multiple healers, considering most of the hostile encounters they seemed to experience as a pack. ”Arlette,” Zsuzsa repeated, cementing the name in memory. ”I am Zsuzsa. Although, I don’t have as near impressive superpowers as you.” She started with a smirk. ”But am working my way to being a Specialist in hunting.” Since coming to the Saints she found purpose in her life again. Her purpose was to sustain the life of the pack by bringing in as much as possible to carry them through the oncoming winter.
 
Her steel gaze traveled to the reeds at Arlette’s paws. ”What are the reeds specifically for?” Zsuzsa questioned with a motion of her muzzle to the plants, noting how Arlette said they were not herbs, so wondered how reeds played in overall healing.