Follow my own Star

The voice was somewhat of a surprise, coming not from the pack lands that she'd been regarding but rather from outside of them where she herself was waiting. She'd blinked, and it took a moment for her to figure out who the earth-toned stranger was talking about, but when she did her muzzle wrinkled into a cheeky grin. "Well, I suppose they need it more than I do right now, being as I'm doing so well for myself, so maybe I'll let them keep it. Keeping to one land makes you lazy and fat anyway doesn't it? I'd much rather keep in shape going my own way." She tilted her head slightly, still grinning teasingly. There was a faint scent of herbs around the other female, as though they were something she might spend a bit of time with or maybe the scent simply permeated the strange leather bag thing she carried, but she somehow didn't seem to look much like what Chridhe'd expect a soft healer type to look like. "What about you, stranger? Too lazy to take the long way around?" She tsked. "Should be a pack wolf, you should. M'name is Chridhe Airgid. You?"