Healing - Yarrow

A distraction is all she longed for. With that in mind, the tiny woman left the pack lands, slowly making her way to the south. She set a leisurely pace, not really wanting to get anywhere fast. Her herb storage was a bit low, the flooding had washed out her lower shelf of dried plants. She had enough to sustain herself for a bit, but now that summer was here it was time to gather all she could. That was the one bad thing about her being so small though, she didn't have an option to dig out some shelves higher up just in case it flooded next year. Maybe she should make a back up den somewhere... With those thoughts in mind she made her way to a land she knew what abundant with many herbs. She had a certain one in mind though, yarrow. The small white flowers were around here somewhere, she remembered seeing a few small patches of it during her visit a season or so ago. Dark blue eyes scanned the tall grasses as she entered the field, but because she was so short it was hard to see over some of the taller stalks of grass. Letting out a huff she pushed her way through, blades of grass clinging to her pale fur. Crap... she didn't think this through... "Speech"

Rowan Hawkeye

It was a quiet day, a quiet time. Dahlia was nowhere to be seen, nowhere around, and that irritated Rowan. He was not in the best of moods; he did not want to go searching for his sister. But damnit, she'd get in so much trouble if he did not. Of course, her getting in trouble was far from exclusively without him. She got in trouble plenty of times, even with him around! They had started out going a little South, first, at his suggestion; they were then planning on going up and hitting the mountain range to the northeast, which was perfectly fine with him.

He paused when a scent drifted through his nose - a female, pushing through the grasses as well? She had the scent of many wolves, a communal scent - she was definitely part of a pack. "Hello?" he called softly, eyes looking for signs of passage. Being quite a bit taller, he was able to look through the grasses with ease; only the most tall of grasses blocked his view. It didn't tkae long to spot the breakage in the grass, and he set off for it slowly.

"Speech"

She tried to jump up and see over the grass, but that of course did not help her. Huffing, she tried to instead use her nose to search for the yarrow, but the small of grass was overpowering. Pouting, the tiny woman flopped to her rump as her dark blue eyes narrowed at the grass in frustration. Why couldn't she be taller! Instead she had to go through life in this tiny, overly cute body. Smirking at her own joke, she picked herself up and was about to march forward when she heard a voice call out to her. Perking, she tried once more to peek through, but to avail. Darn it all! She could hear the shuffling of grass and the faint sound of paw steps, so she just stayed where she was and waited for the stranger to come to her. While that may be dangerous, she really didn't think that an attacker would announce himself before trying to take her down, that would just be foolish. "I'm over here! I would come to see you but that's the thing. I can't really see you!" She called with a laugh. Her herb hunting could wait for a moment, if he wished to speak. Maybe she could even enlist his help! "Speech"

Rowan Hawkeye

Rowan peered down through the grass, catching a flash of red. Oh? Would that be the wolf whom he was trying to find? It would be moments later that a piping voice spoke up, and he couldn't stop the laughter. Ha! That tiny, eh? Well, she definitely has a sense of humor. "Don't worry, little lady, I'll find you," he laughed, heading towards the sound of her voice. Seconds later, he saw another flash of red - perhaps that was the little lady he was searching for. His thoughts were confirmed when he emerged, and he found himself looking down on a wolf... a wolf who could easily walk under him, so tiny she was. "There you are! I found you at last, little lady." The nickname was bestowed easily, with no teasing - just a nonchalant name. "I'm Rowan Hawkeye. It's a pleasure to meet you," he introduced himself, smiling broadly. "What about you?" He'd ask what she was doing later.

"Speech"

Before long the big, dark coated male broke through the sea of grass. She perked up, and then looked all the way up at him. Well, at least he wasn't as big as Mithras! When he called her little lady she gawked for a moment, but then realized that it was true. She was little, and very much a lady. Shaking her head at her new nickname, she let out a soft laugh. He introduced himself, and she dipped her head. "Hello Rowan! My name is Amalia Jayne Adravendi-Mathias," she paused like she normally did after introducing herself. Her name was certainly a mouthful, and seeing the shock on others faces was always a treat. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Actually!" she chirped, remembering that she was looking for something. "Could you help me? I am trying to look for an herb, some yarrow. I can't see all this grass, and it smells to strong for me to sniff it out... Would you help a little lady out?" she asked with a wink, her little rabbit tail wagging a few times. "Speech"

What was that surprised expression at? The nickname, perhaps? Well, it fit. He wasn't going to change it, unless she truly had a problem with it - and from her laughter and no comment, it seemed likely she was more than fine with it. Then she spoke, introducing herself, and he blinked. Long name, that was. He wasn't surprised per se, but he certainly wasn't expecting such a long name. "It's a pleasure, Amalia," he returned, head dipping to the little lady. Wait, what? Eyes widening, he realized he had just said that! Ears flattening in embarrassment, he gave the red-and-white female a sheepish grin, one that fully communicated his thoughts on his mishap. Thankfully, she started talking again... about herbs. He visibly perked up, ears popping back up. Yarrow? He had passed some on the way! He grinned as referred to herself as little lady, and the wink made him chuckle. "Most assuredly, Amalia," he laughed softly. "I actually passed some making my way towards you; it's not a lot but where some grows, a lot more grows nearby."