Headed for a New Land

The girl responded in the negative; it hadn't been a long walk, she was just winded for some reason. He gave a short chuckle at the innate humor in her honesty. She certainly didn't strike him as out of shape, but he also knew nothing about her. Don't judge a book by its cover and all that, right? For a brief moment, Romulus was a little concerned the girl might keel over right in front of him as she gasped and swallow deep breaths of air, but she seemed to be gradually settling down again. That was good, because he really didn't feel like having to save a stranger's life all of a sudden like that.

Steely silver eyes studied those stunningly unique ruby eyes she possessed, feeling slightly robbed of their striking gaze whenever she averted her eyes from his. The girl introduced herself as Lillith from the Hallows. His eyes grew with realization as she gave him a name to the pack whose lands he was skirting. The Hallows. The name sounded a little pretentious, but again, books and covers and whatnot. She mentioned she was out looking for herbs, then motioned to something behind him. Romulus turned to peer over his shoulder at the bunches of small red Valerian flowers, his mouth opening in a silent "ah" shape as he comprehended her unspoken request.

Rising to his paws with a spinning flourish, Romulus grabbed one of the bunches of Valerian flowers and began to carefully excavate the plant out of the earth with delicate paws. Once he had unearthed the plant root, stem, and flowers, he gave Lillith a roguish smirk and padded closer to place the plant at her paws, nudging it closer with his nose. "Well, now you're looking for one less," he remarked with another chuckle and grin, rising back up to his full height, a solid foot above her. "I'm Romulus. It's nice to meet you, Lillith." He cast a cursory glance back over the thriving garden, then asked, "Do you have many more herbs on your shopping list? If you're this out of breath just going for one, maybe I can help you find some of the others?"

Romulus didn't mind delaying his travels a little bit to help her out. Maybe it was because she was sweet, or maybe it was because she looked half dead just from trekking up the hill and he was convinced that if he walked away she'd kill herself up here in the gardens without someone.

"Romulus Armada"