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Chocolate ears perked forward as the pygmi woman descended from the tree, her bulge apparent as she stood next to Emma. Emmanuelle regarded her with interest, smiling at her words. It would be nice to have company, she hadn't really thought of that. It was actually rather foolish on her part, but being young and brash she frequently didn't think of the consequences of her actions. Althought the smaller fae was obviously pregnant, she had heard about Zana's exploits here and there from other packmembers, and knew though small she was fierce, and she was just the person Emmanuelle wished to have accompany her to dangerous places. It was generally a rule in these parts not to judge someone on their size, especially Luperci. Many had other ways of compensating for their size.
Her interest was piqued, however, when the russet-hued woman mentioned plants she wouldn't want to collect... What did that mean? " You mean poisonous ones? " She asked, her voice clearly showing curiosity. The pale she-witch had taught her some poisons although really they were just the healing properties of the few plants reversed. Her tail began to swing to and fro as the thoughts of learning more of healing and poisons excited her. Nodding her head to the females words of knowing about healing as well she began to walk more into the forest, figuring they would be able to find some willowbark somewhere along with other such plants.
Zana? That was a pretty name. " I'm Emmanuelle Brenna, though you can just call me Emma, Zana. " She said, tone friendly. Uncertainly, she looked back at Zana as her gaze dipped to her extended stomach. " You know.. " The mottled woman began, gaze traveling back to the path in front of them. " When you have your pups, if you need any assistance I'd be glad to help. Enekiel is going to help me become another healer of the pack.. " She felt uncomfortable saying that, only purely because she didn't know the woman well and she didn't want to intrude on something as special as birth, though she felt with the size of the woman that there might be complications, and this thought she kept to herself for now, not wanting to offend Zana.
Her wheat colored curls bounced as she walked and her paws left slight imprint in the spongy earth, and she began to carefully look for healing plants, her gaze picking through the weeds and branches for anything of value to her pack. " Where do you suggest we look, and what for? " Came the question from her mottled maw, her mind sifting through what little knowledge she held for such things that rooted around this area.
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