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Vega remained relaxed in her posture – she was in no position to make challenge to anyone, let alone the kinder female before her, and so as Saena tipped her muzzle forward just so to seemingly take in the scents upon her pelt, Vega’s wolfish brows lifted aloofly – almost amicably. “Bearclaw Valley,” she notified, in case the red-tipped female was curious. She could not imagine the stranger wanted to know in regards to what they had just spoken of, but more likely to grasp the potential locations of her neighbors.
 
It was then the woman offered her a home, and the dark she-wolf felt frozen for a moment. Before her stood another chance at what she wanted – and yet she had only just met the female. Raziel and Kove has also seemed welcoming at the borders when she had joined the Valley – and then the next time she had seen the pale man he had threatened her.
 
It only proved how first impressions were not something to conclude upon.
 
“What are.. what are your members like?” She was hesitant, and the worry she felt flashed briefly in her green gaze before being stifled under a stoical mask.