Whether or not the male took her advice or not, Leera didn't care. It was up to him if he believed her spiel about the lilac petals, and if he didn't, then it was on him. Besides, healing others wasn't something Leera was after. Actually, she was after much more: information. There was so much she needed to learn about Auster and Boreas alike, and the only way she could weasel her way into a high position was to gain insight on the packs.
Her ears pricked when he mentioned his pack. The end of her dark-pointed tail curled and uncurled in silent thought. "A pack, you say," she croned gently, a darkness flickering behind the warm magenta of her stare. She hungered for information regarding this pack's location, density, and anything else that would be useful to her while she made her decision.
"My name is Leera," she answered, closing her eyes and dipping her head in official greeting. She remained in her sitting position, tail curled tight around her paws as the starlight twinkled above. The woman watched her new companion now with interest, trying to read the expressions on his patchwork face. "And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" Formalities. What she really wanted was some insight.
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
Plot with us here!
