Phoenix Maplewood small talk is very small indeed

For one who made more than anyone's fair share of noise she found it terribly difficult to believe he'd ruptured a vocal chord as he'd suggested. "Really, now?" she replied with lifted brow. "If your vocals were snapped clear in half you'd not be talking at all." She knew this. She was healer enough and familiar with the anatomy of things enough to know this all a-matter-of-factly. "Let's start by telling only truths," she said, and realized she might have been setting herself up for another round of mishaps. Oh well. "Your vocals are fine. Now howl."

He was saved from having to do so when Saena emerged from the wilderness. In this moment, she was looking at her own savior and felt something in debt to her alpha considering her present company was someone she very much needed saving from. The male pointed his paw towards her. "She saved me." Citali's ears fell flat as she droned back, "I found him," before he launched into another round of nonsense which proved his vocals were working not only fine, but on overtime.

When he'd finished, introduced himself finally, and followed with his intentions here, Citali loosed and exasperated sigh. "He's also convinced he's ruptured a vocal chord," she followed with tired enthusiasm. He'd covered the gist of it and, as he'd already stolen everyone's word quota for the day, she felt no need to badger the topic further by repeating them. Alas, she was glad this wolf was no longer fully her problem. He was a burden that was meant to be shared.