Bearclaw Valley round 'em up

Etienne and his assistant would see to Winslet and Cole- there was little more that Ameline could do for them in terms of medicinal care. She rested nearby, recovering from the mad dash to Swiftcurrent Creek that left her exhausted and nauseated. All involved were fortunate that this incident had occurred when it had- soon, she would not be able to cover such distances, certainly not at a bold clip.

Tvar called nearby and the Regina rose to answer. Her legs were wobbly when she stood and ambled a few paces, but with a few deep breaths she steadied herself. She closed her eyes.

This is worth it. It’s all worth it. She convinced herself. 
Calories and a nap. Calories and a nap. 
That mantra was more appealing. She would feast once she had met with Tvar, and then she would snore like a bulldozer. She opened her eyes and pressed forward; aside from looking a bit windswept, she was otherwise quite herself.

She had to wonder if Tvar and Cole had a wager going. Light amusement sparkled in her eyes to see yet another pretty woman brought to the borders by one of the two outstanding recruiters. Darkly, she hoped this one could fight off coyotes, since they seemed to be a problem; by the look of the timid thing, perhaps not. But perhaps she had other skills.

They were in need of a medic, for sure. 

Keeping up with Cole, I thee, She chimed. You’ve found one of our two top recruiterth; I trutht he’th made our home thound like a little thlithe of heaven, hmm? She asked the woman, lightly curious to know just how much sweet-talking each man did. She glanced to Tvar, her mood brightening with each syllable as she considered the benefits of having another member in their pack. I’m Ameline, the Regina. You are?