Herbalists' Cache From chance to providence

Lady Diane. She couldn't remember the last wolf to call her this, and though she dredged up painful memories in trying to recall the identity of such a wolf, she found that she wasn't saddened by the reminder. It was perhaps her first pleasant reminder of home since arriving in Teekon. Her tail was wagging in steady ticks, her teeth gleaming in a broad smile, and she wondered if he had been raised in a society like her own. Goober (a name she thought was no more strange than a name like Diane) then affirmed to her what she had been shyly wanting, and the way her face lit up was response enough without her having to verbally give it.

"Oh, sir Goober! You read my mind," she exclaimed, dancing lightly on her toes. "I'd love nothing more as well." Her words turned softer, expressing more gratitude than excitement now. While she would have explored some on her own, she felt exponentially better with such a giddy companion. Even though they had just met. Something about him put her at immediate ease, and Diane wasn't loathe to be rid of it so quickly. "What brings you here?" she asked a beat after they had started in a indiscriminate direction. And though she asked, she had the general impression that Goober was a breezy wolf— traveling with no distinct path or purpose. Besides his obvious calling to spread joy, of course! (LOL)