Stone Circle mars ain't the type of place to raise your kids

the huntress smiles at the girl's apparent fluster, dropping the topic just as easily as she does. she nods, considering, when Arlette confides her worries. "herbs can be dangerous," she admits, "but with the right teacher, and practice, you won't have to worry. the healer in my childhood pack didn't poison anyone, every." she assures, even though she's not entirely confident on the latter. if there'd been a poisoning, she ought to know about it, right?

but she'd been meaning to meet with minnow, and offer her the hunting lesson she'd promised. "it was good talking with you, arlette—good luck with everything." a smile, and then she's gone.