meet the brady bunch

Much to Pythia's surprise, this new wolf sounded as if her movements were intentional. Her brow draws together ever so slightly, confusion at the thoughtfulness. Most didn't offer her such niceties. It is clear that her facial expression speaks surprise before the lines smooth and her head droops into a more relaxed position. She refused to adjust to such things since most seemed to enjoy tromping through fields as if the whole world was deaf.

Finch's tones are delicate and pleasing in a way that brings a smile to Pythia's lips. Already, she took to the girl unlike many others. The consideration alone was endearing. "From the scent and texture," she takes a moment to feel the miniscule petals once more to confirm, "I would be inclined to agree that it is yarrow," Pythia's smile grows as her expression turns from stoic to humored.

Reaching out to grab another sprig of the yarrow and tuck it away for later, her ears perk at the mention of her sister, Calliope. "A pleasure, Finch. You are more than welcome to join." She nods her head briskly, hesitating to answer the previous question. There was no denying Calliope had risen the ranks quickly for rightful reasons, but they had never interacted well together. Chewing on the end of the yarrow sprig, she thinks for a moment before resolving to answer. Finch did deserve to at least know her name.

"I am Pythia, a younger half-sister to Calliope. We share a mom, but I came from the miracle conception with Jael while she came from Gilgamesh," she speaks matter of factly, slightly tipped ears folded back as her lips turn downward. While they shared blood and similar colored coats, that was about as close as it got for the two.

"speech"