Blackfoot Forest i. please be gentle,

her good ear twitched curiously at sandulf's question, falling into step beside him and trying to ignore the limp that pulled at her hip. "some," the dove admitted, mumbling around the mouthful of moss. with a gesture of her head, she indicated the way to her company. 

once they'd reached the clump of flowers and she was able to set it aside, it was easier to share her thoughts. "no moonwoman." her brow furrowed slightly, even as she said it. 

"aiwë is...lótë," she murmured in explanation, struggling to find the right words. her muzzle dipped, pointing to the plants. "laiquë," she added softly, the words of her native tongue nearly reverent as she ghosted the pads of a paw against the soft leaves. 

she bent then, nudging the moss gently around the over watered soil at the plant's base. 

"moss will soak, give support." she informed the dark male with a matter-of-fact nod.