Phoenix Maplewood just observe

Couldn't be civil to a male. Humph! She could be civil if she do desired. Half the time she simply didn't desire if only because she found no need. Males. The other half of the time she couldn't bother because they were bristling porcupines of fur and fang. Who could have a polite conversation with fur and fangs? Conversation was best served over temperate dispositions with a common, shareable topic in mind. She had yet to find anything favorable about their gender or a topic worth discussing and she highly doubted anything of the sort would present themselves to here which meant Nochtli's challenge of attempting civility would forever go unmet.

Nevertheless, she ventured. A lone wolf now, she had little means or capabilities when it came to her natural tendencies. A nomad, she had no place to store herbs or tend to a garden of her choosing. Could she scatter these parts with caches? Perhaps, but she used a variety of remedies that required precision, skill and significant training or they were dangerous. She'd run into enough wolves in these parts claiming to be healers who knew nothing (ahem, note they were all males) and would sooner kill their patients or themselves with an overdose or overexposure before learning a damn thing about what stash they'd found. And thus, she lost valuable time for collecting summer season herbs. Do no harm... Ha! These wolves were a danger to themselves.

She, however, would be a danger to herself if she did not eat. Nose to the ground, she tried to sort through a number of scents as she sought fauna, not flora. It was a difficult task. Her nose was fine tuned to herbs, not animals, so when she picked up the scent of a pine marten she considered it a stroke of good luck. Citali quickened on the trail, pursing the creature to the best of her ability before she spied it in the distance. There. She threw her lumbering gait into a sprint and the chase commenced!

Over hill, over dale. The forest weasel was elusive. It escaped her only to reemerge like a trickster and she set after it again. There was no doubt in her mind that she was some kind of terrible at this hunting business, but after a while it wore out, just as she too was near to losing breath, and she gave one last push in effort to snag herself a meal. She ran, pressing through the brush only to have the rascally varmint slip through the legs of another wolf to make its escape. With her momentum, she could not bring herself to a halt and instead collided with the broad side of a darker wolf.

She grunted in her sudden contact before she began to quickly untangle herself form the wolf. Male, she realized, which made her movements all the more frantic as she scrambled back to her feet. "Did you get it?" she asked, shaking out her pelt and skimming the immediate area for where her supper might have disappeared to. It took her a moment, but she soon realized who she'd encountered. That wolf from before. Her gaze narrowed. "Well, which way did it go?"