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She supposed the other woman made sense. Curiosity killed the cat, and her entire life had been faced on her mother’s curiosity and need of knowledge about others. “She was kind, but she was smart. She found that perfect balance between being walked over and flying off the handle with rage.” Her mother had been a mischievous fae herself. “She picked me up any time I fell; where my father saw weakness, my mother saw strength… she was my world.” She was still her world, even if Medb knew she would likely never see her again. She could give her that information at the very least.
 
She hummed softly, nodding in an approving manner towards the woman. “They’ll try and find a hole… the problem with holes, is there is usually a limited number of ways out, and they’re usually close together. Sometimes holes are shallow and with more than one wolf… it’s possible to spook them out.” She stated with a wide grin on her features, that mischief in her eyes. “Do you want to scare some rabbits?”