A moment, please

Truthfully, Amaranthe wasn't quite certain why she would approach the larger predators - perhaps because she was curious? Many have been quite confused, called her insane even, but she knew that for the most part she'd be fine. Quick, agile, and quiet when the need arises, Amaranthe had always been able to slide out of dangerous situations. Perhaps it was a dangerous quality, but surely life would become dull if there was no adventure, no danger!

She had made the right decision, though; this wolf would not hurt her. He simply regarded her curiously, and she grinned in his direction, a rumbling, amused purr coming from her. She quieted down as he began speaking, though she stood and drew closer to the canine. She nodded slowly to his words. "I would imagine so. Were you sick? I've seen... several wolf corpses through my travels that have reeked of sickness. No other species shows sign of this sickness, though, other than you guys." It was quite curious; the scenes often stank with the rotted, deathly scent of sickness, and, well, death. She avoided them, but it was hard to miss them when you traveled places. This wolf didn't seem sick, just tired, but it was possible he had just fully recovered.

Of course, said wolf just yawned, and she grumbled a protest as her own jaws parted in a yawn, though she tried to find it. Nope, instead came a huge yawn... that she squeaked. While yawning. Ugh. Huffing her herself, and blinking rapidly after the yawn, she listened as the wolf spoke again. She nodded. "I imagine so, regardless of what your troubles were." And then he was regarding her with the most curious of gazes, and she laughed quietly. "Wondering why I'm talking to you?" she questioned lightly, tail flicking behind her. Of course he was; what else would he be curious about?