Chantille was quite the opposite of obtuse. She could see that the
mixture stung the wolf upon application, but her face remained stoic. Chant just
wanted to see his wound get better. Her face began to glow as he mentioned that
his mate was a healer as well. With a quirky tone, she looked up to him "Oh? I
bet she and I would get along well! I have no one to chat with about plants, really..
and..." Chantille cut herself off again. She did not wish to talk this wolf's ear off,
for he did not seem like he was in much of a mood for such a thing.
Flicking her creamy tail, the elegant woman tilted her head gently in a questioning manner
when Rhysis asked if she had any specific destination in mind. Her facial expression chang-
from that of an excited one to a thoughtful look. Her ears lowered slightly, brown eyes
gazing to the sky. Quickly looking back to the male, she replied "No, Rhysis, I must admit,
I do not. I've just been wandering about. It's quite lovely here!"
Her voice was sweet, but not sickeningly so. She carried herself with an unbroken happiness,
one that would take the most evil and cruel wolf to break, but even that would take forever.
Chant's delicate face smoothed as she gazed at Rhysis, wondering what he was to say to
her next.