Blacktail Deer Plateau You've been blessed your whole life

When Blue Willow brought her supplies out from the den, Saena let herself fall to the ground. The pounding in her head was mounting and though she wasn't certain it would help, the mere thought of the herbs' power was enough to make it ebb just a little. She used her paw to gingerly pull the lavender forward, awkwardly tucked it under her snout where its scent could reach her nose, and turned her ears and eyes back on her aunt. The feverfew was left for the moment; though she had little experience with plants, Saena knew it would taste like crap.

As her aunt went on to describe love, Saena's face wrinkled, and not because of the scent of either herb. After a long pause, she slowly said, "that... sounds... awful." It was so hard to fathom being caught up in another wolf like that. To pine constantly for someone's presence, or to feel winded when they spoke, sounded more like a curse than a blessing. Likely she was just too young to understand how those things were good things. "Sorry, Aunt Willow, it just... doesn't sound that fun to want to cry if someone touches me."