Herbalists' Cache Let It Go

As expected, Citali's reaction was quite worth the silliness. A paw to her forehead, questions about what she'd gotten into, etc made Nochtli grin. Citali was quite the wolf to poke fun at, and more importantly, Nochtli was comfortable behaving in such manners with the healer. Citali, by now, probably knew very well that her dark counterpart was not the picturesque Amazon; that she still accepted, maybe even enjoyed Nochtli's presence was something that was greatly appreciated, though she didn't make mention of it, just in case.

"Hey, hey. Not true. I could be helpful with only three paws." A claim she wasn't sure was true but amusing nonetheless. She let it drop as Cita went on, however, her grin only widening. "You know, that seems to be quite frequent here. Male leaders." While she didn't find them subpar to females simply considering gender alone, the idea of a pack run only by a male was... baffling. They constantly yearned for war (look at that, Tyrr had been in at least two), did not think things through (Tyrr had claimed a sparse and infertile mountain as a pack territory), and tended to not listen to any kind of reason (just... Tyrr all together). Plus, she just wasn't used to seeing it. "It's kind of odd."