Surrounded By Song

It was hard to tell whether most wolves around here were just plain good, or if he'd gotten wildly lucky in that everyone he'd met had been warm and welcoming to his company. Regardless, he was thankful for her kindness in humoring his interest, even if he was quite wary about her fire - and her, to be honest, even though she was quite small. "N-no," Spirit admitted sheepishly. He'd never heard of such a thing, but he was interested. "W-what does it look like? B-before it's.. like that?" Spirit gestured carefully toward the dried herbs, hoping she wasn't too bothered by his interruption, but he did want to know. Especially if it helped with things like fevers. That sounded quite useful to him.

He watched as she added water to the bowl, moving it toward the fire. Was heating it up really necessary, he wondered? Spirit decided to save that question for a moment, as she introduced herself and asked his name. Svala was a nice name, for a nice lady, he decided. "M-my name is S-Spirit. Spirit Destruction." He knew that he had a large family, one that had lived in these lands for quite some time, and as far as he knew they had a reasonable reputation. Maybe he knew someone related to him? Part of him hoped she might.