take my hand

Her own head dipped in a return greeting, much lower than the woman's, although pleasure soared through her at being acknowledged. She had to resist the urge to beam; she loved that acknowledgement. Thankfully, though, she was distracted by the so called... alcohol? That word just sounded... strange. And unappetizing. And what did she mean by 'strong'? Strong how? Strong flavors? Strong tasting? It didn't make much sense to the girl who had never heard of this substance. Two different drinks, for ceremonial and recreational? What? Confusion roared through her, but through sheer determination she only kept determination on her face: Confusion could be mistaken as weakness, and she would not be seen as week.

Ears strained forward at the mention of teacher, and her head tipped to the side in curiosity. Oh? A teacher in what? She wanted to ask... but at the same time, she didn't. And companions? It took only a moment to spot them: a fox and a... thing. How she did not smell them before was beyond her, but there was no way she was going to act like she hadn't noticed them already. Eyes looked over the red form of the wolf, and she questioned, "What will you be teaching?" her tone was strong, but it wasn't challenging: she had no authority, and knew that, and she wasn't about to assume authority just because there were guests. She was completely sure that Bass would not appreciate that, especially with him even being respectful to Katja.

When the drink was set before her, she took a step forward and sniffed it as Bass did; her reaction was through a violent sneeze and violent head-shaking and nose rubbing. What... what was that? It smelled awful. She would never have that, if she had a choice. She resisted whining, that's how much it still bothered her nose.

She followed Bass blindly, sniffing the cider too, her agitation being calmed at the smell even as she withdrew. It was... odd, but had a pleasant smell? Either way, it was much better than the mead, which made her want to wrinkle her nose. She took another sniff of the cider, before leaning back on her haunches and watching the pair of wolves inquisitively. Her ear twitched at Bass's question - it was a good one. They smelled so funny... it would make sense there'd be side effects, like meadow sweet. You could only eat a little of that flower, or it would hurt you.

"Speech"