Cure for Caring

Walk | Talk | Think

She moved slowly, methodically, taking time to glance in either direction while the dark nose at the end of her muzzle twitched with each scent breath she inhaled. With all the greenery that grew in this place, covering the decrepit stone building almost entirely from view, the healer could only assume that there had to be something with a purpose rooted in this vicinity, and she had too much riding on being able to find it to be careless or risky. There's something here, Callisto thought stubbornly, and catching a whiff of something she realized she was right.

Only it was not the scent of a useful plant. Her brow knit again as her grey legs stilled, holding her in place as her head turned in the direction the scent had reached her. Wolf. Of course there was someone else here. Why would they not be here? Of all the places she had been to during her vacation, this had been the one to show the most promise to her as a healer, as someone interested in plants and their various properties. Was this another healer on the hunt for something useful? They better not take anything I need.

Already working herself up into a defensive attitude, Callisto fixed her cold, silver-blue eyes on the wolf as she came into sight, ears tipping back and her tail flicking with agitation. Words that made no sense to her, that held no meaning, were uttered with purpose, a questioning lilt to the stranger's voice the only indication the dark colored wolf had to indicate a question had been asked. She continued to eye the stranger warily, irritated to have been stopped and irked more by the fact she spoke gibberish - or at least what sounded like it to Calli. "Take your games somewhere else," she answered coldly, brushing off the question and the look of the woman as she purposefully turned her attention away and began scenting the air again to resume her plant hunt.