Ravensblood Forest red right hand

a twitch of an ear is the only initial response she has to the sound of an approach of someone (or, something).  her gaze - quite obstinately - stays glued to the sap she's currently inspecting.  her mentor had often remarked how foolish and self-hazardous natshana was.  where a warrior of her pack may jump to a defensive position at the slightest rustle of leaves, the apothecary bears no such desire.  she knows fully well that if she is to be attacked, then she will die.  that is simply the way of life.  she knows minimal fighting skills and has all the physical strength of a mighty lamb.  if this is death come to claim her, the best she can hope for is to posture a provocative one-liner in somewhere before she goes.

"you are staring," she observes without turning her eyes or head toward whoever has arrived.  natshana assumes they're a wolf, but she's been wrong before.  it would seem, at least, that the local fauna in these lands interacts more readily with the lupine population.  so, perhaps she is wrong. "do you know what this is called?" the young wolf decides to ask her new-found companion the probing question on her mind.  for the first time, she turns her head to look at them.  they're a striking figure with eyes more purple than she has ever seen.  how lovely.

"i am wondering if it may be used for healing or hindering," natshana voices her thoughts aloud, quite conspicuously not elaborating on what hindering may mean (although, it isn't difficult to guess).