Girls vs Boys

Pestilence's neck arched backwards away from the woman, her head cocking to the side. This wolf was the warlord's sister? She lifted one brow, lavender gaze sweeping over the small woman skeptically. "I guess you don't need to be big to be strong." She said without certainty, trying to convince herself that her plan was not a total flop. "Wait, stores?" Pestilence's nose wrinkled in disdain and she huffed angrily.

This woman was a healer? But Pesto wanted to learn to fight. The princess fell to her belly, her face pushing against the dirt. Her mother had taught her to be polite to strangers, but it was hard to hide her disappointment. "Do hibiscus leaves at least make wolves poo?" She asked, looking for a way to scavenge the situation with some fun. The last healer she'd met had taught her about some cool herbs that could be used for pranks, that was way better then just fixing scratches and fevers.