Wayward Wanderer

It didn't take long for a large male to find her and announce who he was. He was a handsome fellow, though judging by his words, probably old fashioned as well. He smelled of pups, and that alone intrigued her. "Good day to you sir, I've come across your pack here and decided to say hello." She smiled sweetly, posture relaxed as her gaze looked him over. "I was wondering if you could indulge me a little. I'm a traveling trader, you see, and I figured I oughta try my luck here. Er, what is the name of your pack?" Her head tilted to the side with feigned curiosity. She was a well-versed actress, though whether or not anyone figured that out had yet to be determined. Perhaps those who actually knew her would know right away when she was acting. But those who didn't? It was always an entertaining game for her.

"I have some herbs here with me today that might be of interest. Assuming your pack is interested in trading, that is?" She eyed him curiously. She didn't know anything about Lirim, but she was highly interested. Especially with those scents that she caught just moments ago, and now the new scent of pups. Of course, she wouldn't do anything to harm the pups, oh no. That was above her. She wondered what this pack was like. Whether they were the peaceful sort, or perhaps just a ragtag group of wolves who didn't have any stability in the hierarchy, unlike the Empire. It only took one weak link in the chain to bring everything down. And it was always her goal to figure out who in the pack, that was. Even her own. "Are you a healer, sir? Perhaps I can interest you," She carefully placed her paw upon the bundle on the ground, "Or perhaps you have a healer that might want to come to take a look? Or perhaps if you're not interested in herbs, I have many other things available as well."