gilded thicket

With the assistance of her siblings, Pythia was off on her first adventure outside of Raider lands. Only while the raid was going on and then they'd be around to take her back home. Trusting the older ones was always a risk, but so far, Sid and Navis seemed to be the most trustworthy of the bunch so she wasn't much worried. Plus, she had the potential of meeting that healer boy, Bancha, again. He seemed rather knowledgeable and Pythia was always looking to learn more.

As always, Pythia is cautious as she moves. Her long legs pressing her large paws daintily into the ground through sweeping motions. Feeling for rocks, logs, anything that would get in her way as she walked. With her head kept high and nose turned upward, she utilized her nose to scent the rustling wind and her attentive ears to listen to the sounds around her. Though she could not see with her eyes, her other senses painted a picture for her in her mind. Forging deeper through the thicket, with sharp thorns prodding at her shoulders and hips, she tried to stay small and careful.

Her nose picks up the scent of fresh sprouting yarrow and her interest is piqued. Perhaps she could gather some while she wandered. With no real objective for the day, she was free to get into some trouble. Or not trouble because that would probably be preferred. She begins to sniff out the yarrow, stepping through the dangerous thicket until the sound of fur sweeping over plants catches her attention. Someone was making intentional noise outside of their paw steps and that much, Pythia knew, was abnormal.

"Hello?" Pythia calls out, ears alert and body frozen with anticipation.

"speech"