Stavanger Bay archaic

a soft smile softens the angular plains of her face, and her feathery tail brushes the rocks behind her. "ah," she begins, understanding and connecting the scents on his fur to his words. "you have found a place, then. a pack?" she has never been part of a pack, unless one could call the small group of her adoptive mentor and sister such. her interest and hers differ; and yet are undoubtedly similar. Her interest in the male only grows as their conversation continues, the body in the back of her mind, now. She can not deny the inauspiciousness of a meeting in the face of death, but ignored this for now.