Herbalists' Cache From chance to providence

"No, Sir Goober. I'm afraid I haven't any reason to be here at all, but I am very pleased to meet you," she smiled back, finding his chipper demeanor quite infectious. "My name's Diane." Her tail banked from side to side, and she took in the male with a more confident eye, now that her initial jitters had ebbed far more quickly than they usually did. He was an average wolf all around, but his expressive face lit up his features of earthly drab so brightly that he appeared to her a more unique wolf than any she had met so far in the Wilds.

She stopped studying, feeling as if she was spending an overly long moment to take in everything she visibly could about him. "Have you seen much of this place yet? I was hoping to explore the area some..." she said tentatively, perhaps implicating a margin of hope with the hopeful tone in her voice.