She nodded slowly at his explanation about memories, mild concern still lining her features; That's the hard thing about leaving home, no matter the terms, the memories always makes you sad... She shook her head and pushed up to a stand, eager to get going before her own memories overwhelmed her. Rayne's words made the orange lass narrow her eyes in confusion. She turned her head to follow his gaze, and a blush rushed onto her cheeks; she had forgotten about the herbs, in her enthusiasm. Quickly scurrying over to pick up the plants, trying to hide her mistake, she almost tripped over the underbrush; Great! VERY professional! She bowed down and snatched up her bundle, then turned around to look at her friend, a fierce look in her eyes; You better not say anything!

It looked like Rayne's attention was elsewhere though, as his eyes were turned on the thicket, brows furrowed in thought. Aideen looked over the dense greenery, then turned her eyes back to the large wolf, smiling lightly. She padded over to him, acutely aware of her own ease in getting through the thicket, apart from just before... Stopping by his side. Searching to catch his gaze, she looked him over pointedly, then glanced at the forest before them. "It must dakes a 'ittle bractice." She mumbled through her mouth-full of herbs, looking back to the bulky man beside her. With her petite frame, she had never had much trouble with the branches, but she knew Coal had had his work cut out for him in the first few weeks; now though, he moved around The Woodlands with almost the same ease as Miccah. It's doable. She tried an encouraging smile, though it was hard without dropping the herbs, then her eyes fell on his raised paw. After a short moment of thought, she extended her shoulder; " 'ere mean on me." It was gonna be tricky, but she would get him to the den; It'll just take a little team work.

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