walkaway joe

Juniper snickers and says, "Not a very good one, apparently." She had to admit, though. The smell was wonderful; if she'd been a human, it would have brought her a great deal of nostalgia. Warm pancakes in autumn. But sadly, as a wolf, she had nothing in her memory banks to compare it to. It didn't invoke any great feelings in her other than she wouldn't mind seeing more of this sugary woodland.

When Saena sat, Juniper casually mirrored her. She'd taken notice of the little twitches and flicks that seemed to be quite excessive for normal wolf communication, but didn't have a great need to point it out. Perhaps she had allergies? Or maybe she was just a nervous creature. Her tone of voice and overall demeanor didn't suggest anything of the sort, but she'd learned in the past that some are better at hiding more of themselves than others.

So came the introductions, the brief overview of the pack, and finally the offer. Juniper grinned. "It's nice to meet you, and I can't say I'd be bothered by small and tight-knit. Really, I'd feel a bit lost in a bigger pack. I like to get to know my fellow members, not just memorize faces and names." She admits with what amounts to a shrug. "I'm Juniper and a Certified Anti-Moocher. Scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours; ask me to jump, and I'll ask how high."