Lake Rodney Hello, Wherever You Are

Chase managed a small smile for the stranger, name given a name, but was still nervous around him despite the fact that he'd reassured her that he didn't mean any harm with a cute smile and said they were from the same pack. "It's nice to meet you too," she said, almost automatically, before politely looking back at Pyx tending her wound. She felt uncomfortable in his presence; it wasn't him, exactly, because she was quite sure he was a nice wolf, but he...she didn't know, it wasn't personal given the fact she tended to be this way with almost every stranger she came across.

She listened as the aspiring healer instructed her to bite a plant in half. She took it, bit into it and nearly spat it back out, her features contorting into one of disgust but obediently continued chewing. Thank god she wasn't going for a healer trade, because Chase knew, for a fact, that she would never be able to chew half and probably more of the plants required to heal wolves. In fact, she'll probably spit it out before it entered her mouth, and then she might accidentally kill her patient. Thank the gods. 

"Tas..es dish.gusting," she muttered through a mouthful of the plant, screwing up her eyes as she forced herself to continue chewing, silver ears pricked as she listened to Floki's words. Lazarus? She stayed silent, and let the two pack wolves do the talking.