Swiftcurrent Creek Pulcinella

Arlette listened to the man. It all sounded rather logical. She would discipline the pup as well if it behaved like this. Arlette frowned. Her... mom. "Moss. Yes. I didn't know she was pregnant," Arlette admitted. "She did come to me with some kind of curse. I didn't understand it." Perhaps the little one had the same, hearing from Arric it might be.

The thing was... that the pup was still out of it. Arlette started to nudge and trying to wake the girl. Because she would need to wake up, soon. The healer knew that that was a first. She nudged and pressed against the pup for any sign of life. Luckily, when she was about the give up, the girl seemed to stir and breathe. Arlette let out a relieved sigh. The girl seemed to make it, or at least, have a will to live.

The pup scrambled to her. Arlette licked over the top of her head. "There. You are alright," she spoke calmly. She studied the pup. Wild breathing and clearly quite shaken. "Try to breath calmly." Arlette would have to try several things. "Who looks after her now? Only you?," Arlette asked. "She might need more supervision. To see what triggers it. I don't think it was your fault, Arric."