The scars are souvenirs
05-11-2016, 06:24 PM
A breeze drifting past her carried a wolf's scent on it and she'd lift her gaze from the plant in front of her, instead landing on a woman who had a very similar coloring to herself except a bit more muted. Oria had met very few of the native wolves of this land since she arrived here so seeing someone now was very interesting. A small smile touched her lips and she returned the woman's bow. She then noticed the scent of herbs that clung to the woman's fur, a distinctive characteristic only healers truly had. Suddenly even more curious and interested she stepped around the lambs ear she had been examined and trotted closer. "Hello there," she greeted with another slight nod of her head. "This might be a strange question, but do you happen to know what that plant is and what it does?" she asked, nodding over her shoulder at the plant she had been examining before. "I'm a healer, but I'm not from these lands and I seem to be finding many herbs that I've never seen." |
