The Chien hotel was quiet. Upstairs, Alaine knew that the two pups in her care would be fast asleep, curled around each other like yin and yang. Filled with a sense of peace, the young healer drifted through the empty halls like a wraith, humming gently to herself as the forest-green summer dress she wore flowed gently about her slender form. Being a collie-woman, old human clothes fit her far better than they did her wolf comrades, for her stature was far shorter and more slender.
In the old kitchen, a warm fire was banking, it's coals still spluttering with enough heat to keep the brother that bubbled above it warm. On the bench beside it was a number of strange, eclectic bottles; Tall ones, short ones, fat ones, thin ones, some with odd opaque hues and others that you could look right through. Into some of these, the mixture had been poured, and wafted now with a sweet, heady scent. The broth was a mixture of yarrow and meadowsweet, with a few bits and pieces added to detract from the yarrow's bitter taste - It was a concoction she used against mild cases of poison, when children ate berries they shouldn't or the such.
Satisfied that her mixture was still contently bubbling away, the young healer found herself at a loss of things to do. No mixtures to make, no herbs to gather, no wounds to stitch, no children to care for... The silence deepened, and boredom descended. Absently wandering through the hotel, Alaine found herself drawn out to the balcony, where the cool, crisp air flowed through her short cream fur. She silently padded through the doorway, glancing out into the world beyond the hotel with warm emerald eyes.
She saw the woman immediately, floppy ears perking up at the sound of her approach.
" Ho, who goes there?" Her sweet, melodic voice called forth, gentle and persuading, " Are you hurt?"
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