Emberwood Hearth

Saraphine paused, her ears flicking forward when she picked up on a soft noise of rustling foliage. A large female emerged, her earthy tones melding well into the background, smoothing together quite beautifully. Part of her admired the frame of the large female, standing tall and graceful in the sunlight. It was a sight that the fiery she wolf took in. She always enjoyed the little moments in life. She always admired another creature's own personal kind of grace, be it wolf or otherwise. And this wolf in front of her had her own kind of grace, that was for certain.

Saraphine tilted her head at her question, wondering where the idea came from. She didn't think about the scent of her paint, since it was such a common thing to her and hadn't realized the berries had let off their own scent. She shook her head before dipping it in a respectful hello. The dappled sun continued to play like fire on her pelt with each movement. "No, I am not ill, Miss. May I ask what gave you that thought?"