Silver Creek Tell me, so I say

Her little girl had never grown out of her edgy phase. Haedwig had always found it to be a bit comical.

I want a pelt to hold my herbs. The queen wants me to travel to other packs to ask what they want in a wife. She spoke, pausing to scent out a rabbit once more - nothing came to her. I think it's silly, but I'll do it nonetheless. I just need to carry herbs with me. Or her knees would probably collapse - but she wouldn't say that.

I can't smell the damn things until I'm right up next to them anymore though.