That ain't dancing, Sally

She felt her stomach drop at the single word. The crestfallen expression turned to vexation in an instant when he revealed he was only messing with her. Her eyes narrowed and she wrinkled her muzzle, huffing. Trickery was her job, not his! Sticking her tongue out at him, she mumbled, "Not cool." under her breath.

The playful irritation increased tenfold when Iskra looked back to where he motioned. They'd been standing almost on top of it! Leaping towards him, her right front paw shot out in an attempt to push at his shoulder in an annoyed, but harmless manner. "Whatever, I'd've seen it if I was more... herby. Plants are strange and mysterious to me, you know." It was honestly a wonder she found any at all, not that she'd tell him that. All he needed to know was that she could find them. Eventually. That was more than enough information to leave him with to avoid ruining their fledgling agreement.

"So, whatchya gunna do now? Get more herbs? Or return home with your spoils?" Tagging along to see more of these silly green things miiight not be a bad idea. Of course, she did have places to be eventually. Luckily Iskra never described herself as exceptionally punctual.