Sleeping Dragon i will do as devils do: fall

She isn't up to much, only sorting herbs like she did every day. Keeping inventory wasn't a chore, but it wasn't fun either, seeing that she could be quite the slob. She decided to give it a rest for the time being, leaving a half-sorted, half disastrous assortment of herbs in her wake. Lucia strolled along, hoping to encounter someone to strike up a conversation. 

She smelled Thuringwethil's scent -- or rather, her Heda's scent. She had to condition herself to the pack's strange new language whether she found it easy or not. Seeing no harm in doing so, she set her pace to a brisk trot towards the she-wolf.

She slowed to a stop as her Heda came into view, her tail wagging in a friendly manner and her head dipped in greeting. She waited for a moment, contemplating on whether or not she should introduce herself or wait for Thuringwethil to speak first. Thinking it was the safer route, she waited patiently for the commander to speak, giving her a head-dip in greeting.