The child was full of questions, a thing which Anneliese found to be quite refreshing here in the Bend. She did not mind at all answering the little girls inquiries, no matter if they became repetitive or seemed to her adult mind to be elementary. In fact, it would be quite alright with the blonde paladin if this was how the rest of her day was to be spent. An odd thing, really, given that she had never before been drawn to children. In Oak Tree Bend, however, it seemed that everything was opposite. To find the youth of the pack the most agreeable of all was a bitter reminder of the horrid situation she had put herself in by swearing her allegiance to Spieden that clear-skied day.

When little Sahalie offered her paw, Anneliese gently began to apply the poultice to it, careful not to cause any additional pain with her touch. To distract the girl from any unavoidable discomfort caused, the aspiring guardian spoke as she worked.

"Yes, it most likely is. But we'll get it out, no worries. Many plants that are used as medicine are actually dangerous if eaten, but work wonderfully when you apply them directly to the skin, like so. To be safe, you should always ask an adult to help you, rather than trying to figure out which is which on your own, okay?" As had been the modus of thought within her natal pack, Anneliese always carried a hint of concern within her when doling out medicine to young children. They were so eager to mimic, but unable to discern the differences for themselves, leaving an uncomfortable amount of room for accidental poisonings.

"Throne is another word for the position of leadership within a pack. Your father, Triell, is our leader. Spieden is our leader too. Typically, there is always one male and one female. A king and a queen."