Herbalists' Cache pussy wagon

The other wolf doesn’t stay long after she’s given direction, offering quiet thanks that she knows for certain isn’t sincere in the slightest. Before long, the pale girl has turned and disappeared into the forest, losing sight of her after a while.
 
Mallaidh stands there, alone, watching the general direction as she half expects the other to pick up a fruit and come back. But why? She snorts, lifting her nose and searching for the return of the pale wolf but she’s met with nothing. A twist of her lips pushes her in that direction, nose twitching with exaggeration and doesn’t stop as a few steps turn into an even trot. She hadn’t wanted help before—doesn’t need it—but, maybe…
 
When she sees the other on the ground, a chosen fruit between her paws—oh, how the tables have tabled—and offers a chuff so not to surprise.
 
“Who are you?” she decides to ask, breaking the silence. She moves in a circle to keep her distance from the eating wolf, watching as she tears apart the apple. “Why did you think I need help?”