Larksong Grotto dreamer trapped by your desire

She doesn't expect the offer, but she'd be lying to say she hadn't hoped for it. Her nerves flare again, but she allows herself no room for second thoughts. IkKanattuk, She repeats, tilting her head slightly. That's a kind offer— I appreciate it. If your family doesn't mind, I would be grateful.
Who is your leader? She asks after a beat, wondering if Siarut means for her to join. The yearling respects him, but she's wary of a leader she may not respect; she can only hope the pale man wouldn't follow such a leader. Of course, it won't matter at all if the pack won't have her; she's certainly open to a second introduction, but she can't know for sure the feeling is mutual. Siarut is only one wolf. But she's willing to try.