Herbalists' Cache pussy wagon

Mallaidh takes her words in a literal sense. Varinril could not find it in herself to be upset about it. She's just a moody teenager, still young in many ways. She will learn, even if the Renatus is not there to witness it. A knowing but kind smile slowly curves across her maw.

"Maybe."

As her dark counterpart tears into her own apple, so too does Varinril. She grinds it to mush and swallows, tail flicking idly behind her. At her next question, Varinril offers a 'shrug.'

"Everywhere. Nowhere." It was probably frustrating hearing that, but for the ermine coated wolf, it was the only one. "I only recently came here myself." So she had no idea where she was going or who she would meet. A most enticing prospect. Nothing else would please her adventurous heart.