The ebony wolf trudged quietly through the bushes, humming to herself, about the only noise she could make with a mouth stuffed full of freshly picked herbs, varying in diversity as Sylva had been out all morning to harvest and collect fresh stock, the oldest piles set in her little lair of the infirmary den were brown and brittle and it annoyed the ocd wolf to no end to have at least three piles of each plant sorted in there by potency, the oldest stuff could be used for fairly miner issues and the freshest saved for stronger dosage. Her brown fringed tail flicking behind her as her ears perked, catching a few words from someone, someone whom she hadn’t recognized.

“Short and sweet.”

Brown eyes blinked as the wolf paused mid stride, that advice almost causing a sense of Daja Vu as Sylva had been told almost the exact same thing by @Raela, but the most pressing thing she needed to figure out was who this unknown wolf was, and why she was on the Notch’s territory. Soon the small wolf resumed her pace, but much quieter, incase this wofl truly was an intruder.

She stopped, mid step yet again, one forepaw frozen in the air as she caught more of the wolf’s conversation. “Ghent’s ‘eice?!” She squeaked out loud in shock, all stealth abandoned as she scampered forward, crashing through the bushes and collided...with a wall of brown, white and orange fur, a muffled squeak escaped, though somehow she had managed to keep the herbs clamped firmly in her jaws.

Sylva laid on the ground, groaning quietly as she picked up a few of the other girl’s words. Her brown gaze shot open though when she was asked if the pack had a medic, trying to figure out the best way to say Yea...you just met her… She slowly rolled over, laying the herbs down on the grass before grunting and giving her fur a shake before addressing the larger female “Yea...the den’s down near the Spring..I was on my way there now…” maybe Taslima would pick up on what Sylva was implying? Or would she have to spell it out like so many had to have done for her before.

She opened her mouth, though pausing as the words were lost at the other wolf’s next words of “I’m a good wolf.”

Memories flooded the ebony yearling’s mind, all those conversations she had with @Raela, using those exact same words, Taslima seemed to be just like her, was it possible though? Had Sylva finally found someone similar to her? She shook the thoughts away for now though before returning to reality and eying what appeared to be a new pack mate

“It’s alright...let’s start with introductions, I’m Sylva, the pack’s medic in training, you are?” She gave a small grin, settling down on her haunches as she kept the precious herbs safely between her fore paws, tail wagging gently behind her.