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Arielle had been up and busy for some time already, carrying her dried moss to the water and wetting it to have on hand in the medicine den. It was something she did every morning as part of her self-assigned morning chores. She liked this time of day; it was usually quiet and peaceful, and she often used it as time to meditate while she worked or process some kind of problem.

But when she arrived at her usual spot at the stream, someone else was already there. Ursus had gained a new member recently, and now was her time to get to know more about him. 

After setting the moss down, she trotted over, announcing herself with a soft chuff so as not to startle the shadow. Hey, she said with a friendly smile. I'm Arielle. I'm the medic here. She took a seat at the edge of the water, her tailing waving slightly against the ground.