take my hand

Ears flattened on the girl's head. Mind altering? Who would be interested in that? It sounded terrible! lower inhibitions... that meant you didn't have many filters, right, and that you'd do things you wouldn't do before? The girl's muzzle wrinkled. As good as the thing meant, if that's what it did, she'd not partake very much in it. But the relaxation thing... if it made wolves relax, it could be a temptation for many with a high stress level, such as Bass.

Her ears flicked up when Kassander spoke, and she couldn't help the little flicker of disappointment. Ah, a healer. She did not... was not... particularly interested in that field at all - but - that light restored in her eyes, and she regarded the male with a sudden appreciation. Starling, for instance, would love this male to be here, if he stayed until the end of summer when Starling came back. Also, Shaye. Shaye was a little nervous healer, and being around a wolf so knowledgeable in the pack would likely increase her confidence. She nodded to hi, a gentle smile on her face. "Welcome to Abaven, then," she murmured a greeting.

She said nothing about the hunting, but while she had been thinking, Bass had been speaking, and she tuned him out until the very end. Her ears twitched at the mention of taking something to someone; that was a job for a Pera, was it not? Her job. Interest pricked her ears fully, and she'd switch her gaze from Bass to Katja. It seemed as if the alpha was considering the trade, for herbs and prey - she figured she'd be bringing herbs, not prey since a deer... being dragged in the snow sounded utterly unappealing and stupid.

"Speech"