Redhawk Caldera runner, runner

There was no rush! <3

Fine.

Coysevox cringed at first, having expected rejection, but as the word itself registered meaning— and the dominant woman continued on to establish her "no smiling at males" ground rule— the girl perked up with the knowledge she'd been accepted. Her tail began to wag fiercely, and she nodded with breakneck enthusiasm. She wanted to dive into her new alpha's chest, but she somehow felt like the gesture wouldn't be appreciated in her current state. She restrained her excitement, taking to a forcibly attentive scrunch as she listened to the tasks set before her.

Well, it wasn't the welcome wagon she was hoping for, but at least she wouldn't be completely alone anymore. Although, Coy didn't yet realize that the brand of an "outsider" was often not much better than that of a loner; and if the icy reception here was an indicator of how it would be here for her for a while, then she would soon find out if she preferred that life to simply being alone. "Merci, merci— thank you," she said in quiet gramercy, unwilling to do anything to swell the reluctance with which she was already being accepted. A feeling of resentment she would try to shake off in the coming weeks.

She shook her head. "No questions, madame. I am sure I can find my bearings."