Bearclaw Valley miserere mei, deus

"Hm." The Skeptic nodded, slowly. "I see." She rumbled.

It wouldn't be wise to expect of a yearling to know the temptations of Heat. Still, this young one was the only healer the cult provided. Her options narrowed down to they.

Still her eyes were drawn to what was on display in the den. Could wolf medicine truly be of use to dog such as she, could it aid in her purposes?

"In my three years, I've had it four times." Bernadette began again in her gravely voice. "By now I know when to expect it, and it draws nearer with each sunset."

"My duty is to answer the call when it comes." It was what Nature demanded of her. "Yet, my studies of the Bear are incomplete. I would have to ask one of your kind to partner with me. What matters most is... how does wolfkind handle the coming of fertility in their brethren?"