He turns to look at me and I make a point to straighten myself, to appear as if a wind will not knock me over. That I am as courageous as he has asked me to be before. I had told him yes. I wouldn't be called a liar now. Hadrian is so LARGE - larger than anyone I know. I wondered why he wasn't out being a warrior or a hunter but not all wolves did what their body said was best for them. I supposed if I wanted I could become a fighter but that wasn't in my nature. Healing came natural, my mind always churning with ways to make things work. I was proud of myself at having figured out a few things. My mother taught me some more base work but she wasn't as learned as other healers, much to my disappointment. Hadrian was the best chance I had and as I stare up at him I can't help but think he is the best option period. My tail wags gently side to side at his words, enjoying the way he calls me Little Samia. Unlike other pups I wasn't biting at the bit to grow up. From what I could tell, it was over-rated.

"No one, I figured it out," I said softly, shrugging my shoulders slightly. I didn't want him to know how excited I had been to find him but I kind of hoped he was pleased with me for it. Still, I was very humble and modest and I would not fish for a compliment. He turns away to examine his stuff and I creep closer, ears pricked (well, my right ear as much as possible with the flop) and attention fixed to his stuff. My bright blue eyes flick up to him at his desire for me to carry the bag and I steel my expression, ignoring the immediate thought that it was too heavy for me. Supplies are everything and I nod, remaining quiet as he turns around and I open my mouth to grab the bag. I am still rather short, only being a little over a year old, and the bag sways and knocks into my legs as I move to follow him.

My steps pick up pace at his words, mouth too full to talk around but the sounds of pad 'slap' pad 'slap' enough to let him know me and the pack were on our way. His question sends my mind reeling not only with the answer but how to answer him with this pack in my mouth. Maybe there was some way I was supposed to carry it otherwise but I hadn't figured it out yet. Well, here was to giving it a try. "Anesseed," I mumble around the pack in my mouth, ears flicking back before I set the pack down quickly. "Anise seed," I say, although there is a questioning quality to my voice as I quickly grab the bag again and race to catch up with his monstrous strides, waiting (but not with bated breath since I was busy hauling his bag for him and racing to keep up) to see if I was wrong.