Ankyra Sound Tidechaser

Something about the sandy female was slightly suspicious- but she was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt for now. She didn't look particularly harmful or aggressive for the most part, but when she spoke of things like curses and blessings, Chacal wasn't sure what to think. She exhaled sharply, but then chuckled softly on the tail of her breath. She was impressed to hear that the blind mystic knew of poisons, though she would put more stock in that when she saw the woman in action. It seemed now wasn't the time to ask of her poisons- not that Chacal took an interest in such a thing anyway- but she'd been given other options to choose from. 

Why a wolf would come up with curses she did not understand. There were no wolves upon the earth Chacal could think of to curse. She also wasn't sure she believed that curses could be cast, and the same for blessings as well- though at least the latter wouldn't merit any harm unless there was punishment at all for even entertaining the supernatural. She assumed that, like with poisons, the female didn't have anything with her for a remedy, and Chacal was not in need of such a thing anyway. So the only options that entertained her at all were the outlandish idea of receiving a blessing- or the potential of having her fortune told. 

"I will take a blessing," She said simply, and sat down. The crab beneath her paw wriggled slightly, but she simply put a bit more weight on it. With its shell and being held against the sand, it wasn't crushed, but simply held still. "How does dis work?" She mused curiously.