Blackfoot Forest nothing succeeds like excess

The she-wolf looked to her. Citali visibly grimaced, drawing back a step or two. This wolf wasn't made any more attractive by viewing her straight on and Citali had half a moment to wonder whether or not she was best left alone. The female dropped her herbs. Oh yes. Definitely best left alone. Perhaps there was some elegant way in which she could simply excuse herself and go back about her business...

Before she could make her escape, the wolf spoke. Or questioned. It was terribly unclear, but it led Citali to linger as opposed to making a clean get away. "Yes?" she replied, drawing the word out as if it had two syllables instead of one. She couldn't accurately answer that question without a closer look.

Citali stepped forward and paused, watching the female carefully for any outward acts of aggression before she neared as close as she could without upsetting the beast. "Depends on what you are using them for. If you're transplanting them, the roots are damaged and they will not survive. If you're seeking to save them for later?" She observed them more closely. "Perhaps not. Your teeth have grazed them in a few places. They'd not survive the journey and would be better served for immediate use."