Swiftcurrent Creek Precious Metals

Moss flicked an ear in Arlette's direction, indicating a light annoyance at being offered medical assistance even though she felt she didn't look like she needed it. What she hadn't seen was the frailty that had settled within her in the wake of her heart attacks. The way there was a slight rise at her hips where her hip bones became more noticeable, and the coarseness of her coat that made even the once-velveteen fur of her muzzle become short, stiff and more like bristles. 

She also didn't account for the fact that being 'well' wasn't simply a physical thing. When that occurred to her, she slowly turned her muzzle toward Arlette. She blinked, surprised to hear that this wolf was Bellatrix's mother. She would've thought them similar in age, though she didn't spend a great deal of time with Bellatrix anyway. Her second question went unanswered for a moment, when she finally decided to test the woman's capabilities. 

"Can you lift a curse?"