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Aerin had originally intended to head to the Chambers in search of better herbs to treat Vein's wounds but her plans were pushed off when she spotted the oak agouti of one of Arlette's youngsters playing in the woods nearby -- detouring on her slow, waddling path to go check on the pup and maybe play with him for a moment. 

She recognized the boy as Turmeric as she padded closer, forced to move slower these days in order to accommodate her bloated belly. A smile greeted him, and a soft, curious sound, as the mother-to-be settled nearby on pale haunches. 

"'ello, Turmeric," she greeted warmly. "Vhat are ye doin'?" It was then she saw the clusters of yellowish-white blooms, rising to her paws to move closer and inspect the plant a little better. "Oh dear, ye probably shouldn't play vith zat. It is poison ivy."

"It vill make ye itchy an' angry about it too," she chuckled lightly, hoping he might let her nudge him away from the plant a little bit and back towards the general trail. "Maybe we go find somezing else to do today, hmm?"