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Delight—he introduces himself—isn’t very pleased with her and for a moment she thinks maybe she’s overstepped. Maybe her laughter had been too much but she hadn’t realized he had been so serious, either. She pulls it back a bit and licks her lips, but he continues on with his relation to the pack with a word she doesn’t know. He even inquiries about her skills and so hopes that’s a good sign, at least. He still wants to know about her and so a smile reforms on her features and she sits down, hoping to make herself more comfortable and not so… whatever made him shy away.
 
“Well, I’m good at hunting but I guess a lot of wolves are,” she pauses, and thinks about other things she’s pretty good at. She doesn’t mention direction or scouting when she’d played the joke a moment ago, easily shrugging it off. “and usually I’m good at cheerin’ wolves up. And I’m cute, so,” she tells him while her smile widens, hopeful it’s enough to win him over.

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