Redsand Canyon Out of Sync

Her call was answered quickly. By not one, but two wolves. The first appeared almost immediately, peeking a dark coated head out of one of the dens. Another female. Malila turned to glance back, one ear pivoting. Instantly, wafting from her and her dwelling, she smelt the familiar fragrance of herbs. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably. If she was another herbalist, then Malila's talent may be unneeded here, as underdeveloped as it was. On the other had, with someone around sharing a common interest, it could be a path for friendship. "Uh, yeah, I am." She began in her characteristic, soft voice. "I only just got here yesterday."

The tail end of her sentence ended just as the second wolf arrived. She was spindly and small, walking with a distinct limp. She still rivaled Malila's own size. Snapping her head forward, her ears instinctively fell when the pale woman introduced herself as Ruenna, the Matrona. Once again, she displayed a smidge of submission, since this was the woman she was to answer to. "Y-yes. I am Malila. Germanicus accepted me. Told me to find you... "