Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it

The audible snap of lavender sprigs breaking brings Pythia's attention toward the bush. Its gentle and aromatic scents lure her closer as the other yearling hesitates. A pale ear turns in the girl's direction, raising one brow curiously. Was there something wrong? Wanting some of the lavender for herself, Pythia reaches her nose forward until it bumps against the tall, thin, and flowery bush. Her teeth grasp around a sprig of it before quickly snipping it off. The taste is delectable in her mouth, a pleased hum rising in her throat.

When the other girl starts speaking, Pythia steps away from the bush. Her blind eyes blink a few times in confusion. Was there not a grove of trees just down the way? Or had the wind carried that oaky scent from somewhere else? Canting her head, her nose begins to wrinkle at the assumption. Her ears folded backward, distaste toward the stranger apparent on her features. "I merely know it is a valley by the way my paws feel the ground slope and my ears hear the wind whistle upward from the creeks below. But if you are implying that I know because I can see then maybe you need your vision checked," there is a sharpness to her words as her lips crinkle into a sneer. Did the girl not know it was rude to speak to a blind wolf like that?

"speech"