Down the Path of Least Resistance

Sanna's attention shifted as she realized he wasn't quite going away. No, not going away at all. Curious for a long moment. Her heart beat in her chest, a familiar thing, but there was far more out here that was unfamiliar. Sanna herself is unfamiliar here, a stranger to the land and its people. A stranger to its customs. Though it seemed to be a melting pot of different wolves and their customs, thus far she'd mostly met the more warlike. That was fine-- more than fine. She was more than fine with that. Those are the ones she understands best.

Maybe that's why the stranger's gentleness caught her off guard. She did her best not to narrow her eyes in his direction. Instead it was a careful breath, and then another, her head lifting from her herbs. An expression that resembled friendly as her gaze landed on the pale man. His distance was respectful, something Sanna could be grateful for... though she wasn't quite sure why. If he meant her harm, he could just as easily start at a distance. And still... there's nothing to indicate he would mean her harm. Not yet, at least.

"I'm fine," shit, was it really that bad? Was it bad enough for someone else to know? That could only spell danger for Sanna. Her pulse picked up, heart throbbing unsettlingly in her chest. "Just uh, looking for herbs. Slim pickings, with the weather and all." It wasn't quite a lie, but it was certainly a half-truth. That was fine, though. Sanna could tell a half truth to a stranger. She did her best to offer a smile. "Am I in your way?" Right. Better to be polite. Better to pretend she had manners, was a civilized creature. Better to put on a polite face. She's trying.

"Speech"