The Sentinels tea party pardon

Atoll started at the bubbly nature of the shewolf, having not pegged her as the type for levity. (Donnelaith would always have this effect on her, due to her mixed first impressions of the bunch.) For a moment, she floundered, her formal invitation forgotten in light of the breezy nature of the other girl. Soon, though, she recaptured her composure, and gave the woman a demure smile and a flirting twist of her ears.

"It is a joy to be so well received," she said succinctly, unsure how to continue the conversation. Easily enamored, Atoll was caught up in the ija's nature; A strong desire to stay and get to know the woman gripped her fiercely, but she knew from experience that she would make a fool of herself if did so.

Besides - she'd promised to attend the next den night - Atoll would see her there, and - if she practiced - that would be the perfect and proper time to converse more freely with her. Maybe then she would ask where the coywolf had come from, and from whom she hailed.

"Thank you much; I'll depart, but can I ask for your name?" she said in a breath, wiggling the discomfort at her awkwardness out of her body.