King Elk Forest here: a gift for all of your troubles

Not knowing exactly what she walked in to, she blinked and settled in with her ears up at the stranger. No one was looking too disgruntled, so she was cautiously neutral--but steadily improving, though, the more she did manage to hear. A survivor struck her most notably. Although a further contribution to their miscellaneous collection of wolves here, she did not think they were in a good position to be too picky. Delight seemed to ride on a similar wavelength and Jomyo did not interject, only watched and listened on.