Sleeping Dragon Trials by Fire

She senses him following her, and braces herself for another assault, her tail giving and agitated flick, but she relaxed a bit as his teasing voice meets her ears. 
He pleads his case, claiming he had no one to teach him right. She was intrigued- where had he come from, then? He didn't smell like any pack. "I didn't have anyone teach me how to be wild either. But I had no choice but to discover it for myself."  Her voice isn't accusatory- more of a declaration of fact. He asks her to teach him, and for a moment, she considers it. Either way, he's currently blocking her path. She looks up at him, studying his gaze and posture, allowing him to touch her again. It seemed he hadn't been expecting such a strong willed Fae... perhaps there was hope for him. "I would have to speak with Artyom. Our pack is nomadic- I'm not sure how much room we have. But so long as you are on your best behavior, or willing to learn, I don't see why I can't help you." 
She was either extremely naieve, rediculously forgiving, or woefully inexperienced. Either way, she wanted to see the good in everyone. "You know my name, and I still don't know yours. And I'm looking for Sulfur. It's got healing properties. Yellow crystals, grow on white rocks. Stink like rotten eggs."