Bearclaw Valley miserere mei, deus

backdated to late december, to establish some relations before the raid. for @Arielle but anyone's welcome

She sought the healer, not for her own lack of health, but for need of advice in matters wholly feminine.

The den she found thanks to wind and good logic, guided by the scent of medicine. The bear-dog stood before its entrance, not wishing to intrude if her visit wasn't approved.

"Healer, I desire your wisdom." The bear-dog breathed into the warm dark.