Shadowwyn Moor that blackness called night

Raziel arrived and collected the goldenrod before anyone could snatch it, a second after those thoughts crossed his mind, a voice spoke. Standing firmly by the plant that was now his, he analyzed the girl. She was covered in various shades of brown and to him, was rather beautiful. Her eyes were a striking silvery blue that simply enhanced her features.

The Bearclaw wolf tilted his head, "A logical choice," he replied. "I fight too much for my own good." At her second statement, the Roman chuckled softly. "Don't worry," he said with an amused smirk. "I'll try my best," if this female knew of goldenrod, then that meant she was a healer, or a wolf with some medical knowledge. Concealing his curiosity behind his green eyes, he asked "Are you a healer too?"