Herbalists' Cache Let It Go

She could have laughed at Cita's outburst. As it was, a grin spread across her maw, eyeing her with mischief and amusement both. While she was well aware of their heritage and their upbringing, the dark female was also aware that if they were to make it past Winter, they'd have to integrate. And that meant that Cita would have to learn to behave and talk to males without being a complete asshole. It also meant that Nocta would need to curb her wanderlust as well, as other packs did not seem so keen on others even in their near vicinity. If not, they would soon have to travel outside of these wilds and travel south to avoid the colder temperatures.

But she didn't tell the Medic any of that. "Cita, let's face it. You couldn't even be civil to a male if you tried." The taunt was thrown between them easily, a measure of seriousness to her voice. "I'd eat my paw if you could actually pull that off." A silly and inane statement for such a situation but wholly conceivable, if only because she knew her friend was that incapable of such things.