Avery gave an apologetic wince again, hoping she would at least sound intelligible and that the cold wouldn’t freeze her lips together. She could see her breath blowing to trail behind her as she made her way towards the pregnant woman…who was asking about her dog. Oh, thank the Lord. If she had to deliver an actual baby today, there would be bigger problems at hand. Animals, she could do. Straightening up to don her professional mask once more and reached up to adjust her hat. “Your dog!” She exclaimed, clearly relieved at the revelation. “Magic, non-magic, I can treat ‘em all.” She replied with ease as she reached the woman. “Where is your little darlin’ and what seems to be the issue?”
