Whitebark Stream give me fuel, give me fire

Desna blinked a bit as he was complimenting her. "Uh... Sure," she spoke in return to the male. She wasn't going to say she was because if he was expecting things from her now she couldn't. She also wasn't going to talk herself down because she liked what she was doing. Desna was confident but don't over confident. The girl didn't notice the freeze or that the male had any other motives. She was rather native with all those things. She didn't have many outside influences after all.

Desna smiled when he complimented her name. "Thank you," she spoke. Then she thought about having him in their pack. Maybe he could be a good asset to their pack. He was young and probably strong. But then again she couldn't decide that for him if he should join. "That is up to you actually," she pointed out. "I can't decide that for you? Are you in a pack?," the girl asked.