The crisp air of the Vale seemed to be chillier this morning, reminding the mountains of their snowy roots, and exhaling a cold winter's breath unto their valley. Fall was nearby, yet winter's grasp never fully left the Vale, except for rare days in the summer when it would just melt enough for the herbs and flowers to sprout. Most of them, planted not far from outside Dalmatia's, and now Nóttin's den. Those days came in handy for times like these, where the frigid weather would take hold and wither her less hardy blooms.

In the spotted woman's maw, she held a bundle of herbs that had been stored away from her former yields and headed towards the newest arrival's den. There had been a small murmur through Dawnbreak that let her know not only was there a new woman, but also a newborn. It sparked joy to know that another life had joined them, as a few had gone missing.

Her arrival happened a few hours after sunrise. Dal hoped the young mother would be awake, but just in case, kept her tone quiet. A soft chuff left her lips after settling the small bundle of herbs down beside the entrance. If she wasn't awake or ready for visitors, the Arbitrator would return later.

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