Swiftcurrent Creek Spring cleaning

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Arlette, she repeated softly, smiling. I'm Lilitu. Nice to meet you. She nodded along with the instructions, eye wandering along the tangled brush before them.

She dug right in, burying her muzzle nearly root-deep and wiggling out the leaves that covered the plants Arlette was meaning to grow.

Are you a healer? she asked, glancing at the pale woman. The other wolf's visage was marked by scars, and it made her feel less alien; they'd both been through the ringer, apparently.

She shifted a mouthful of dead leaves into the pile, licking her chops to clear the bitter taste.