A curious wolf had appeared on the Phoenix Maplewood borders and now she was all twisted and turned around because of it. A neighboring pack it seemed? Well, in searching for it out of sheer curiosity, Citali had over shot by quite a bit. She didn't know this. Her terrible sense of direction left her convinced she was heading in the right direction and would find it eventually. Had she traveled far? Yes, but, as she'd not quite yet crossed the mountains, she (wrongly) assumed she was heading in the right direction.
She happened upon a forest and was uncertain as to whether or not it was
the forest. Her nose was not trained for the scents of wolves, though she noted them here and there, but rather the scents of plants and herbs. A quick sniff suggested this might not have been the right place if she was seeking the pack, but that it was filled with something she might could possibly dry and store for later use this winter. She moved through the forest, seeking not wolf, but plant. It had to be around here somewhere.
Tonravik had found what she needed, here. Satisfied with this find, she began to root around for other familiar scents of herbs that were... Well, less detrimental. She picked from the earth those same scents, and ripped them from their earthy home. Her work was not so neat as professionals, and certainly there was more a likeness to her killing a thing than careful extraction.
Still, it did the job. These scents were plants she specifically recalled her mate having utilized. What they did exactly, she intended to ask.
She sniffed the air and the ground, picking up the scent of this, that, and the other thing, but no herb she wanted in particular. Strange. This forest was some kind of thriving and wild thing. There should be something around here of value... something...
She rooted around some more before she hear the scratching of claws and the tearing of roots. Wait. The tearing of roots? Well now. That would never do. That would create more harm than good for the plant that was being removed. Curious now she pressed forward through the wood to see what she might discover.
Oh dear. A garish bear of a wolf was rustling through the rutabagas. She appeared to have no tact or grace about it whatsoever and was destroying near everything around her. Citali cleared her throat. "Excuse me. You're doing it all wrong." She could be as save the plants about this as she wanted. "Nothing good will come if you destroy them before putting them to use."
Tonravik did not pause in her actions except for when the other spoke. She swung her head in the direction of the two-toned wolf, dark eyes looking to the face of the icy-eyed wolf. Doing it wrong. Use. All signs that this one knew a thing or two about herbs. Perhaps even what she had rummaged for. Either way, Citali implied that now, these plants she had torn from the earth were useless. She dropped the revolting-tasting herbs from her mouth (unsure as to what they were, only that they were the "good kind") and looked to them.
"They are useless," comes her monotone, but as she looked upward at Citali, it seemed she was asking as opposed to stating. The plants themselves? They were in one piece... but, as for the place they had come? It was dug up, destroyed. She was no gardener, that was clear. What also was clear was that she herself was out of her realm. An ear flicked. She was open to suggestions.
The she-wolf looked to her. Citali visibly grimaced, drawing back a step or two. This wolf wasn't made any more attractive by viewing her straight on and Citali had half a moment to wonder whether or not she was best left alone. The female dropped her herbs. Oh yes. Definitely best left alone. Perhaps there was some elegant way in which she could simply excuse herself and go back about her business...
Before she could make her escape, the wolf spoke. Or questioned. It was terribly unclear, but it led Citali to linger as opposed to making a clean get away. "Yes?" she replied, drawing the word out as if it had two syllables instead of one. She couldn't accurately answer that question without a closer look.
Citali stepped forward and paused, watching the female carefully for any outward acts of aggression before she neared as close as she could without upsetting the beast. "Depends on what you are using them for. If you're transplanting them, the roots are damaged and they will not survive. If you're seeking to save them for later?" She observed them more closely. "Perhaps not. Your teeth have grazed them in a few places. They'd not survive the journey and would be better served for immediate use."