Swiftcurrent Creek In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas;

Morwenna offered a gentle smile, her gaze warm with appreciation at Arlette's encouragement. Thank you, Arlette, she murmured, feeling a quiet pride in the compliment, though the bashfulness in her mentor's own tone did not go unnoticed. There was a soft reverence in the way Arlette spoke of the garden and of the former Alpha who had cultivated it, a woman who she did not know. Morwenna sensed the respect and admiration woven into her words.

Will you tell me about her? she asked softly, her curiosity piqued but her tone gentle, cautious not to pry too deeply. It must be quite a legacy she left here. She let the sentiment hang, allowing Arlette to share what she wished of the former Alpha, aware of the honor that lingered in her mentor's words.

Turning back to the greenery, Morwenna's gaze settled on a small, delicate plant nestled near the roots of a larger shrub. She tilted her head, recognizing the slender leaves and faint, minty aroma. Is that pennyroyal? she asked, a slight smile playing on her lips as she looked back to Arlette, eager to learn more.