Silver Creek for the man is not of the woman

bleeding? he thought for a moment that having moss on hand would be a very useful thing, but the more he allowed himself to linger on those thoughts, the more he found it a titch odd that they would have so much of it for such a simple thing. surely, the men would fight, but he didn't know that they would return with many wounds that would need that much tending to. wearing scars was a sign of a good warrior, he imagined. through all of the thoughts he placed into her explanation, he never once imagined that it would have been useful for the women during childbirth.

“you think there will be many wounds to tend to? have you come across some aggressive passersby in this neck of the wood?” harrison inquired to her with a furrowed brow. the snake peered at his sister down the length of his pale muzzle, wondering what she might have had to say next. for what it was worth, addison had proven herself to be something of a capable speaker, and though harrison wasn't certain if that made her dangerous or beneficial, he often liked to toy with her skills.