Chimera Fields pastel ghost

As the stranger – Gavrel – introduces himself and steps closer, Pukei rolls back onto her stomach, remaining relaxed to try and appear non-threatening to the slightly apprehensive man. "Nice ta' meetcha', Gav!" she beams. "You can call me Pukei!"

At this she reaches up a hind leg to brush off some grass from her neck, adding with a laugh, "and n'aw, just a fan of flowers!" Although the idea of becoming a medic had crossed her mind once or twice, the realisation of having to actually memorise what each herb did and not just admire it's prettiness had her hesitate. And then she'd have to responsible for someone's life? Nuts to that.

"Why? Are you looking for one?" Sudden concern softens her voice from it's previous light-hearted tone, eyes roving Gavrel's tall form for any sign of injury – well, recent injury.