Emberwood Hearth

Citali nodded as this wolf thought out loud. Yes. Her profession went to great lengths to explain her earlier questions and curiosities about this wolf and her... paint. Yes, Citali also used herbs and berries for more practical things... such as tending to the medical ailments of other wolves. Nothing ornamental. Nothing that made plants and herbs any less of the tools she thought them to be. The female continued, asking for a name. She hadn't given one yet, had she?

"Citali," the brown female answered easily enough. "Apologies for not mentioning it sooner." Her own thoughts must have distracted her from such social behaviors. She was feeling addle brained. Perhaps it was the weather.

Similarly, she almost missed the question the speaker asked about other packs. "Hmm?" she chimed, thinking back through the conversation towards the inquiry. "Um. No. I'm the wrong wolf to ask about that. I'm not overly familiar with the local groups." Her time was currently endless... or at least until fall settled in. She didn't have much need to consider a pack at the moment.

"You'll have to forgive me for stepping out so soon, but I do believe the heat is getting to me." She lifted a paw as if to fan herself a moment before making an exasperated sigh. "I must be off now. Best of luck to you!" With that, Citali excused herself and ventured off into the wilds.