Gyrfalcon's Keep Asteroid

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The Crone hums thoughtfully at the man's response.
The death was cruel in a way, but at the same time, she would nod in agreement to his statement - it would be safe now for the coming pups.

"Agreed." She utters, "Some must die so others may live." She adds, inclining her muzzle to the dead copperhead and the eggs soon to follow.

With that, the Priestess would return her attention to the plants that initially hid the nest.
Inspecting, she hummed in thought...it didn't seem like anything noteworthy, but she kept looking it over all the same...
The white flowers, the flowery yet calming smell...
"Chamomile..." She murmured, brows knitting. 
It might prove useful...thus, the Crone nipped at a small bundle until she had collected it into her maw, leaving a bit over half left to the Wilds so it may return again next year.

"We can return now, if you wish." She said around the Chamomile to Rusalka.