Masao was nervous, if anything at all, but glad she had built up her courage to finally come across this place. Her stub of a tail tucked down slightly, her paws across the ground carefully as the small woman made her way to the corner of the border. Making no attempt to cross it though as the scarred girl raised herself, keeping head at spine level, and her knee's bent slightly. Misao wasn't one to want to be higher, she hadn't met anyone nice since her parents and siblings died. Famine was a harsh thing to run across. She wished she had a chance to do it all over, but she no longer had the will to fight. Even if she wanted to, the post traumatic stress made her a non warrior down to the core. But her ability to heal, and her love of herbs, ohhhh the sweet herbs. The tiny woman standing at twenty six inches in height waited silently with a small smile on her face.
