take me to church

Car was not in the air for long, having spotted Octave and touching down next to her friend, giving her friend a glance as their silent communication carried them through. Someone’s nearby. With that Rhaegara was glancing over her shoulder, a soft wince as she saw the man not too far from their location. Her head perked, eyes narrowing as she watched both closely and hesitantly. Something about him smelled familiar, as if the mix of wolves on his coat reminded her of someone else, though she could not place it. It was likely a pack smell she’d encountered before, and just could not place.

“Hello?” She was hesitant with her words; a loner could never be too cautious when it came to encounters with strangers. She could usually tell from the first couple turns of phrase how the interaction was going to go, and so she simply waited. “Are those herbs I saw while airborn?” Rhae let out a groan at her friend’s directness. “Are you a healer?” Of course her raven eyes had seen herbs on the man. “Carlys, it’s fine.” She drawled on, their small argument carrying on before she looked at the man. “I’m sorry about her; she has a tendency to overreact.” Rhae shot her friend a sharp glare. They knew nothing about this wolf; Carlys could not expose weakness.