A pack, huh? The oasis wasn't quite what Warja herself would look for in a potential land, but she supposed it did have its merits. "Interesting indeed," she commented, "It'd take one hell of a wolf to make it out here." Perhaps that was the point. The black masked fae inquired as to what brought her so far out into the desert and Warja was quick to answer. "I'm a healer for Secretua," she explained, "And I'm looking for a plant called sticky gumweed. It prefers ah, warmer soils." The desert wasn't quite the ideal place to be looking for it, but it was possible the oasis had what she was looking for. It was also possible that she was being a touch too hopeful.
"Come, let us find shade and a respite from this heat. Would you care for a drink?" Warja dipped her head in thanks and moved to approach the stranger with the intention of following. "I'd like that very much. I'm also curious to see what kind of plants call this territory home." Might be knowledge worth having one day. The walk from Secretua to here was a little long to make it worth it (unless she found the holy grail of medicinals here) but who knew, maybe one day she'd wander into a desert and get lost or find someone injured.
Offhandedly, she offered, "Name's Warja Kaname, by the way." Her gaze flicked to the stranger. "A pack, you said?" Plans for a challenge, maybe? Or perhaps she had a pack and was simply considering a move.
