After several moments of a fruitless search, Citlali could swear she could finally smell something sweet in the air; the she-wolf continued to wander forwards with her nose twitching against the greenery, seeking out the source of the scent.

All seemed swell and normal—that was, until a soft bark resounded to her rear. Citlali nearly leapt out of her skin, jolting at the sound and jerking her head around to try and pinpoint where the voice had come from. Years of sightlessness had gifted the wolfdog with the privilege of shrewd hearing; at least, she thought it had. This time, however, there was no scent. No sound, save for the soft woof, and no rumble along the ground that spoke of another's approach.

'Hey, are you alright? Do you need a place to stay?' Footfalls finally reached her senses in tandem with the sire's words. H-hello? she returned, skepticism strewn across her face.

I... oh, she winced, ears pulled back, tail protectively coiled over her now-damp body. Oh, no please, don't worry yourself with me... Her lips thinned into a fretful frown, brows knitting with concern. But... yes, I do need a place to stay... She murmured apologetically. She held her head lower between her forelimbs, pink nose twitching towards the newcomer.

Ah. It was he that she had been smelling. For some odd, inexplicable reason, the realization made her ease, if only slightly.