Moonspear Herbal Tea

She looked to him, smiling. "Is that what it was? Makes sense. Unless it has nothing to do with fevers. And I don't think you'd be too bad off, at least you'd know to avoid the poisons." She chuckled again and continued along, enjoying their stroll. When he apologized for startling her, she shook her head. "No, no, don't apologize. It was just the suddenness. I thought that maybe there was a threat around, my eyes weren't watching the ground I suppose. I'm a flincher anyway, sudden noises and all that." She shook her head and sighed. "You could blame my brothers for that, I suppose. I was the smallest, and the only female."

She wondered if perhaps their playfulness and teasing had lead her to be the cautious wolf she was today. If she'd been born first, or even in a little of all girls...would she be a different wolf? She rather liked herself, as much as she hated the jumpiness. She nodded to his reply about the Starflower and continued on, nosing the soft hairy texture once before they left.

She turned her head to look at him with interest when he began his story. He soon walked to catch up with her and she glanced away as the word father stuck in his throat. A unhappy relationship there, she reasoned. "I had wondered if you were a hybrid, honestly." She replied truthfully, her voice light. "You don't really look it, except from certain angles." There was no distaste or harshness in her voice. "Was it hard, growing up?" She glanced at him with concern in her eyes. "I know that...some wolves dislike coyotes. My pack, where I was born, had a kind of mutual respect with the coyotes that lived near us. A few of them often came to speak with our leader, to trade tricks and tips and tell us about dangers they'd found. I'd like to think the Wilds would be like that, working together and all...but...you tell me?"

She knew her pack had been an exception, and there likely was a reason why the coyotes and wolves worked so well together. She didn't know it, hadn't ever asked why they did what they did. It had just been the way of life, she'd been taught not to hate on appearance or breed, and accepted this as part of that teaching.