Walking On Gravestones

As the herbs had fluttered from her mouth she at least got a good scent of him. She didn't pause to think on it too much other than the fact that he smelled of herbs, and quite a few others, and she hadn't forgotten the summoning howl either. Ears flicked at the chuckle before he launched into an explanation about her nosing the stones. He obviously knew something about herbs, despite how young he sounded, with the way he tried to use them against her. Yes she'd certainly smelled the pack wolves on that border line but she wasn't about to stop playing stupid now. She'd at least commit to the lie.

Rather than repeat herself about not knowing a pack called the territory home she remained quiet as she heard him stepping towards her. Hackles bristled a small warning as he approached her and she quickly backed up a few steps to make sure the distance stayed there, barely containing the soft growl that threatened to emerge. He offered one more warning for her to leave, even offering an escort (although that didn't sound like she had much of a choice in the matter) as though he were some sort of gentleman. It didn't pair up nicely with beating up a blind healer, but Armai could tell her short lived journey through whatever pack this was was more than over. She'd at least learned a couple things.

"Trust me I'm leaving, it wouldn't be much of a fair fight." Maybe not for the boy at least but he didn't know that. Dragon and Nox were still waiting for her safe return and she at least felt a little less frazzled knowing they were there. She'd far overstayed her welcome though so she backed up a few more places before she turned the other way and back over the stones making sure not to trip on them this time.

-Exit Armai-