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And so it remained the two healers—finalizing a trade while guards and soldiers sat by with careful watch, should one soul make a misstep to the other. It was hard for the amusement to not show on her countenance, but she tried—honeyed eyes sweeping over the other before giving a light tilt of her head in acquiescence. “I would enjoy that,” she offered, though she could not help wonder if there were hidden meaning to the invitation, given her and the other medic’s previous discussion of the spring and how to deal with it.

She would not comment on that—could not, for Reyson stood so solidly by and she was unsure how he would take the news if he knew she considered suppressing her heat come the spring. The man wished for children, or so he claimed—still, everything between them was yet to be proven.

So Meadow straightened slightly—eyes drifting past the patterned she-wolf to briefly glance at either men behind her, before once more taking gaze on the healer. Ash Paw seemed the only one eager to bridge any sense of congenial behavior, and because of this, Meadow found her own invitation for their leaders to meet falling dead upon her tongue. “I won’t take much of your time—Epoch sends it’s regards to you and yours.” She paused, beginning to stand, her expression open should the she-wolf have anything else to add—for now, this seemed like a one and done endeavor, and given Reyson’s shenanigans on their journey here, she was almost thankful for it.