The Bracken Woods I feel like something will happen today

A collar? She'd never heard the word before, but it sounded absolutely barbaric. The way she described it made her cringe. She withdrew a few paces, as if the idea of it was something unclean. As he explained it, a collar sounded awful. Claimed? Tied up? Did these human savages not know sharing scents was claim enough with pack? Or that loyalty earned properly did not require such restrains as 'tying up'? "It sounds awful," she sputtered, the words escaping her before she could think to stop them. She frowned then. "So which are you? A dog or a wolf?" What did he wish to be?

Her permanent frown lightened somewhat as he bowed and kept his manners polite. This appeased some inner part of her that demanded the respect of her station as a notable healer and some other part of her that required others to fan the flame that was her rather large ego. She shifted on her paws, contenting herself with his presence. So long as he could keep it up, they'd have no problems here whatsoever.

Ears turned, listening as he elaborated on his origins. First a pack. Then taken in by humans. She could not help but shiver. The mere mention of such beasts was repulsive. It didn't how many time they were spoken of, she could not get used to nor accommodate the thought of their kind. "And what do you plan on doing now that you are here?" she asked. It seemed he was in the midsts of a journey of some kind. This was just one stop on the way to something else.