Bramblepoint give me that vertigo

Wandering wasn't particularly Genie's thing, you see. Healing was, being a medic was, learning was, but wandering? She hadn't done much of it since she was a little pup, because as she grew up, her curiousity went more towards the direction of learning and herbs than it had towards her surroundings, which wasn't really a bad thing as she had saved some lives. Wandering, to her, was an acquired taste, and right now, she was trying to acquire it, but it appeared that to do so, she would have to overcome her hatred for aching muscles, lonliness and pain. 

It appeared to her that that wasn't happening anytime soon.

But wandering was still fun. Genie liked going new places and meeting new people. Except she seemed to be going new places, and meeting no one. Okay, meeting new people wasn't really high on her list, but she had been alone for some time now and could use a little company.

She just hadn't expected her new company to come in the form of a cussing male wolf with real pretty eyes. No, like, really pretty eyes. Like, gorgeous eyes. What could she say? Genie was a sucker for pretty eyes. 

It soon appeared to her that the reason for the cussing was a thorny bush. She would've laughed if she was afraid of hurting the male's pride. Males' were weird, and so was their so-called-masculinity, but she could deal with that. "Hey, um, are you okay?" Genie called out, padding closer to the other wolf. A shadow of a smile danced across her lips - yeah, okay, it was hard not to at least smile at the sight in front of her.