Herbalists' Cache I can't stop for long to study you

the mastiff nodded, jowls flapping, despite only partially listening.

"sho, hhat'sh, hhat'sh the shituation there? i hean, thoshe hahs, they grohn enoughh to, uh, hunt? no hungry houths?" she was visibly eager, leaning forward and then a bit back, front paws fidgeting with the dirt, tail slapping the same.

"they need hore hushcle? shome shtrong jahs?" the mastiff clicked her teeth, turning so pond-eyes could see them trough the mangled side of her jaw.