Herbalists' Cache When choices end, you must defend

Arric had to fight his laughter. He had not been being nosy, or flirtaeous. He had literally just been an ass. Relieve some of the tension that rolled of his shoulders, which wasn't entirely kind and a brief flare of regret and guilt colored his mind and he shook his head.

He held up a paw, his maw curving into a kind smile. Easy fella. I was only teasing. What's your sister look like? And when was the last time you were near her? We have a few femmes in our pack, but you don't smell like them.

Arric shifted and rolled his large shoulders, easing some more of the tension from days before. I'm Arric Duandris. My pack is that way.