He can feel the eyes of the girl turning back on them here and there as the trio make their way to the swamps. Sen had said nothing against Coza accompanying them- he would never and could never deny his friend such a thing. He was Taviora's leader, after all, even if they had been friends before then. The Medicine Wolf also knew that the creme and chocolate wolf would worry profusely if just Sen went. Both for his own sake, and the sake of the Iromar wolves. They had profound trust between them, that was certain, but even he knew how unstable he had been. He had recovered much since then, but who knew how much really.

At least Coza has his natural calming presence among them, and this must make the girl feel at least a bit better. But Sen makes absolutely no effort to ease her thoughts or her curiosity. Silence lingers between them all, particularly when they cross into the muggy lands and she is calling for her Alpha and another wolf. It seems they are not to be kept waiting long, such responses bringing the barest hint of his own curiosity forth. This Aithne looked the Demon part, besides the white seen on her chest, but the way she held herself was not one. He had met Lillith so long ago it felt like an entire life time. It was an entire lifetime before Roamin was born, and an entire lifetime since then. The current leader of the swamps was nothing like the wolf Lillith had been, and so she receives a polite bow of his off white creme laced skull. Dull violet eyes search for her own eyes, looking for something there he does not exactly know, but listening to what she might have to say.

The girl, Avery, introduces them and so he does not need to speak. Not unless Aithne wants something particular out of him. For now, he is here to do his job, and his opportunity soon arrives with the appearance of another wolf. This is the youngest yet, and from a mere glance Sen knows she is not well off and is one of the reasons he is in the swamp this day. Instantly and gracefully does he reach for the otter skin pouch around his neck, pulling it gently free of its binding before it is he can rummage through it. But before even that, he moves toward the girl, coming to a stop a few feet away and taking a seat before offering her his masculine voice. "I will give you things you may not want to eat, but you must. Is that understood?" He is not harsh when he speaks, but he is firm and straight to the point. There are a few herbs and plants in his stores that are not the most pleasant but are the most potent. And patients had to deal with what they got, if they wanted to get better at that.

Before giving her anything, his questions come first though he has a pretty good idea of how she is feeling. There had been a sickness in the last year that swept through Moladion- many were affected and many were not. The exact source of it he had never figured out, but he knew the symptoms well and how to treat it. He himself had fallen victim to it after all, and though it had been a long and hard journey he had pulled through. He knew that the young wolf before him would do much the same. But first, he had to know. "Tell me all that you have been feeling the past few seasons, if not this entire year. Your appetite, your emotions, your behaviour- all of it." Rummaging through his medicine pouch allowed him to bring small dried yellow roots to the surface, which he placed on a dry patch of grass for the time being. Violet eyes find the young dark girl, awaiting her reply so that he may continue his work to the best of his ability.