scarlet begonias

Sanna browsed for herbs. She was trying to quiet the war in her head, trying to settle the things she's feeling and thinking. Trying to distract herself. That's been the name of the game, distraction. If she can distract herself, then the bad shit in her head can't take over... right? It can't get her. None of it can get her, not if she doesn't let it. Can't slow down, can't stop. That's how you lose your life.

A woof catches her attention. Sanna's head lifts, narrowly avoiding scraping her head on the rock before her. She scans the world around her, immediately standing up straight-- trying to look taller, bigger. Trying to look less like something someone would want to attack. Sanna is on edge. This is a strange place, filled with strange people. The smell on the man is one she recognizes, Elysium, a friendly pack, the ones that had come for the practice raid a few seasons back. He fixes her with a smile, and there's no threat here. Her hackles lie flat against her back once more, though she's still upright. Self conscious, suddenly, about her stature.

"No." She doesn't need help. "I'm alright, thanks." Right, may as well be at least polite. Not that she typically knows how, but that's... that's okay. Sanna tries to arrange her resting bitch face to something that won't take the wind out of his sails, though. "Am I intruding on something?" Was she intruding, in the way of something? That would be typical, actually. Sanna assesses the man, his blue coat, long limbs. Curious, but reserved.

"Speech"