Polly's English is flawless, unaccented. She's almost jealous. Mir circles, less for threat and more to get a good look at the taller girl. Taking note of physiology, the shape of her markings, the general view of her-- a healthy creature, after all. And she's almost certain a creature like this would be missed. "The dune grass prevents erosion," she says with a shrug. "It's one of the last things alive. It could be used to induce vomiting if poison were to be ingested, as it irritates the stomach. But it can cause lesions."

This much she has tested. The subjects sometimes vomit up blood from the sharp edges of the dunegrass against their tracts. There doesn't seem to be much else in the way of effect. "It's not good eating, truthfully. But there are ways to dry herbs. More securing them from creatures, though, that is the danger." She sighs. "I have been absent for long. Not enough time to start my own garden before the snows."

A soft smile crosses her face. This woman is proud, powerful, and definitely keen if she sees a good opportunity. Mir likes that. An offering, rather than anything else. "I wouldn't mind meeting your friends. Are you heading that way now?" She tilts her head slightly. A slow smile crosses her face. "I offer something for something, in this case. I am studying here. Improving our arts, our understanding of the body. If your home pack supplies herbs, I can offer the results of what I am learning."

There's a bit to this place, she thinks. She ought to claim it. Any other pack could come in and take it. Finding allies, people to protect the Brim from outsiders... Well, it'd be helpful. At least the presence of occupation would be nice.