Hideaway Strath you were never meant to be a tragedy

hoping for some healing peeps (@Dove or @Arlette or @Vein maybe if any of y'all have the time?)

Though it seemed incredibly unlikely, the midwife thought it might be prudent to check for signs of spring's arrival. At times, the weather seemed to fluctuate fitfully, ranging between a mild chill and biting cold with fickle impulsivity. 

That morning -- as she broke her fast on a well won fish -- the porcelain seelie had spied a drove of plump, red-bellied robins. She'd let her gaze follow the humorous songbirds, thinking perhaps if one caught many of them, they might make for a meal. For a moment, she'd had to smother an urge to chase after the winged critters, snapping and yapping at their tail feathers as they took flight in a startle -- instincts borne of her canine heritage. 

The birds were a good sign that the seasons might change soon, that and the women appeared to be going into heat, but one could never be sure. Not long after the fish had been reduced to a pile of sharp bones, Aerin had lost herself in the forest again. Her tiny paws had become muddied to the ankle as she wandered, occasionally drawn to bend and examine budding foliage or else scratch at a promising patch of dirt to test its quality. 

The healer was quite eager to see the new growth flourish here -- for the Strath was rather beautiful even in the cold season -- and looked at home searching through the underbrush for any sign of sprouting herbs. Her examination of the forest floor was careful and thorough, her focus intense in a way only medics could know of.