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She was leaning closer and closer - close enough to see one baleful bird eye look up at her. Yep, that was for sure a bird caught in that trap, and a mighty big one at that. Alaine knew nothing about birds - She was a healer, not a biologist. But she was curious nonetheless, wondering who in their right mind had wanted to trap such a powerful (and clearly not very happy) creature...
A voice started the woman, and she jerked around to see who it was. It took a moment for Alaine to recall the handsome young man's name, but even as she did, he noticed the cranky bundle of feathers caught beneath the netting. Stepping back to give Niro room, she peered around him, emerald eyes flitting nervously between the eagle and the crouching wolf. He pulled out a small book and began taking notes, and Alaine was immediately reminded of one of her acquaintances, a pink-haired lady by the name of Orin - If memory served her correctly, they were relatives of some sort? Cousins, siblings maybe? It amused her to see the familiar resemblance in the way he quickly jotted down notes.
"I was just returning from the forest, actually - Been collecting some more yarrow and marigold," aware that the plant names would mean little to the light grey male, she quickly elaborated, "Healing plants. The early winter has been killing them off sooner that I would have liked." Accented tone was tinted with dismay. The winter was setting up to be a brutal one, that was for sure.
It looked like Niro had finished taking notes. He looked over at her, and offered some words of caution that she readily obeyed. Birds were his area of expertise, and what with the lives inside of her, the Apothecary was not willing to take any unnecessary risks by being too close. She took a few steps backward, towards the relative safety of some thick pine-trunks. So that she could observe him better, Alaine pushed her hood back, and let her auburn curls bounce merrily about a face that glowed with expectancy. This pregnancy was going a lot better than her last had, and the healer held on to the tentative and fragile hope that some of these pups she bore would survive.
Curious to see what he would do next, the woman's shamrock green eyes focused on Niro. "The trap is yours, then," An obvious question, by the way he was excited about having caught something. She frowned slightly. "You aren't going to hurt that poor bird, are you Niro?" She hadn't spent much time in the company of the handsome male, only having met him once to tend to his wounds, but from what she knew of him he was a bird-lover, and very kind unless provoked. So what was he doing, trapping a big eagle like that one?
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