This wolf is pregnant! Her energy regeneration has slowed. She will give birth in 2 rollovers! She has a nest, and should give birth safely. This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
In a subroom of the inner sanctum, strange smoke and vapors twist through the air. You cough as you breathe in the harsh fog, and you blink back tears. As you open them though... do the colors in the den seem brighter? Flickering lights and bubbling liquids in vats seem to glow eerily through the haze.
At the back of the den, there is a hunched figure. Her fur is a dazzlingly bright color, but you don't know if that's the smoke or how it simply is. She turns to you abruptly as though she didn't notice you earlier, and gives you a warm smile.
"Hey there! Need something?" Her voice is surprisingly hoarse, "Not a broken bone, you're walking just fine... got a cough? Or are you here for... something else?" She has a wheezing laugh that is surprisingly bright. Before you can say anything, she presses a small parcel into your paws and shoos you out, mumbling something about figuring yourself out.
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Monarch has a more hands off approach to leading, considering she usually has her hands full as the pack's medic. Her medicine goes hand in hand with more spiritual applications, so while she may spend most of her time making poultices and salves, she will devote time to potions, tinctures and other ephemeral practices. Dermestid is usually the one who derives the most use from her concoctions.
Pasadena Oak Branch
Herbalist 
Herbalist