Panther Park [m] Healer's folly

Pukei's questions were answered immediately as the man responded, and she offered a quiet, understanding ah at his words. Well, at least it wasn't a dangerous, bloodthirsty pack she had to look out for this side of the mountains; if the phlegmatic disposition of this alpha was anything to judge the rest of his pack by. Despite this, the girl wasn't as eager as her company – who introduced herself as Envy – to join Yellowstone. A mild flicker of annoyance had sparked in her chest as his introduction. Who was he to move them along when they were simply minding their own business outside his borders?

Envy, however, was all too eager to align herself with the man, making a case for joining with a spirited energy that did not falter. So she was a healer? Well, that might have explained the situation with the mouse just before – maybe she had been studying its broken hind legs? Pukei shot back a nervous half smile at Envy's mention of being a intimidating foe and subsequent grin; she couldn't tell if she was being sincere. Her question was answered with a swift shake of her head.

Despite Pukei's reservations towards the man and his pack, she did empathise with the girl and understood why she was so eager to join. The life of a loner was harsh – loneliness and slim pickings food-wise was the price to pay for the freedom to roam where one pleased. Well, almost anywhere, apparently. She turned to look back to the alpha. "She makes a good case for herself," Pukei tacked on to the end of Envy's request. Even if she herself wasn't looking to join, she didn't mind backing the other girl up.