The winds, they scream your name

(Thoughts Speech)

Quinn watched as the woman smiled and spoke to him gently, clearly not wanting to fight as she was sitting in front of him in seemingly utter comfort. He let himself relax a little as he listened to her give him some correction about how to speak, almost as though she could tell that he wasn't used to being regal. He nodded to show his understanding, and to offer an apology that wouldn't interrupt her. "Well shit, I guess the jig is up." He thought as she continued, introducing herself as "Nox" and bowing her head slightly. The ebony-colored woman in front of him was certainly very perceptive, and friendly as well it seemed, he let his tail slowly drift from side to side across the soft ground as he studied her for a second, looking over her quickly so as to not be rude. The fur that she bore was very beautiful indeed, and upon a slightly closer inspection, he realized she wasn't purely black, but had a little bit of brown around the edges, though in this lighting he couldn't see it head-on. Her eyes were darker than his in color, but shone like wildfire, a startling sight to behold. His ears perked once more and he drew his attention back to her words as she questioned his enthusiasm over the ground he had pulled up.

He couldn't help laughing a bit as he realized how strange it must have been to see that reaction from him over the dirt, and even stranger to have him speak about it so nonchalantly. He cleared his throat and apologized: "I'm sorry about that, Nox. I guess I have some explaining to do." His tail was wagging at the chance to share some knowledge with another, it had been too long since he had contact with others besides his family, and it was getting to him. Smiling and breathing deeply now, sure he could relax and feel at least somewhat safe, he began: "The thing is, I'm a healer. I've always loved the things that come from the earth, plants, herbs, you name it. And as such, I became acquainted with the different types of soil that different vegetation grows in, and consequently, how frequently truly great soil can be found." He pulled up a bit more of the dirt with his paw, pushing it between the two of them before he sat back up. "Soil like this I've learned is called 'Loam', it's a beautiful blend of clay and sand, and it's perfect for growing herbs. Hence my interest in it." He almost mentioned his family, but decided that just in the off chance that this wolf had powerful allies, he had better not let himself seem a threat, with any luck, she'll have thought that he was just acting a fool of himself earlier.

He motioned toward the dirt, saying: "If you take a nice deep breath, you can smell the richness of the ground, it's an almost bittersweet smell, but the mixture is nearly intoxicating... To me at least." He chuckled, a real one this time.