Since her mother's disappearance, the snowy girl had isolated herself. Not from her family, but rather from the wolves who filled their ranks. They felt no loyalty, slinking away in the night to meet whatever fate. She expected it.. Distance was her shield, with sarcasm as her sword. She lived by those rules, and it worked. They might not have been the most practical principles for an heiress to live by, but they kept her safe. She knew she was entering on dangerous territory with this girl, and she would have to tread lightly.
"Does it work?" The Glen wolves had never done such a thing. They didn't pray to the moon, or have a pre-winter feast. Roles were given to those worthy, but without ceremony. Cella enjoyed the sentiment though. To celebrate the achievement of one's goals might instill a little more pride, therefore heightening the loyalty within their ranks. Maybe her previous pack had at least one things right.
Ew. The look of confusion, and disgust was clear in her features. "Tree sap? Why?" Although the young Argyris had never tasted it, she had eaten leaves before. Thus, she could only imagine their sap would be identical in bitterness. Why anyone would want to surprise the cubs with something so icky was beyond her, but to each their own. Positive that this fae was now either pulling her tail, or crazy, she settled in to hear the answer.