Emberwood Hearth

The wolf lifted her foot. Citali caught the bottom of her paw atop her own as she leveraged the females leg and examined the markings more closely. Definitely berries. She gathered that from the scent. A mixed blend of some sort that was strong enough to color over the natural hues of this wolf's fur. She reached out with her tongue then, licking at the marking to taste it for any additional properties. The dust of travel was the only other sign she found... Curious and curiouser.

She lowered the female's foot back to the ground and drew a few paces away. She'd examined it thoroughly. She did not need to draw any more conclusions as the wolf was now explaining herself away. A cultural thing? Paints and titles? She'd heard of wolves who utilized nature to such purposes and never understood it. There were so many more options and things to do with plants that did not involve aesthetics.

"And what of the winter?" When berries were scares. "How do you repaint them?" She distracted herself for a moment and the female continued to speak. Oh right. She was supposed to be listening. Tuning back in, she caught the tail end of the words that had been spoken. "Still packs," she confirmed with a light nod. "You mentioned a profession?"