Lost Creek Hollow Exploring new lands

Ilya chuckled a little, amused with the situation and quite pleased with the outcome. She felt almost a little bad for the timid wolf, so she didn't do anything else too chaotic. She wagged her tail, dipping her head to him when he responded with her name. Truthfully, she had already known it from watching his induction into the pack, but she didn't say anything.

She wouldn't lie, a male so timid was a bit strange to accept into a pack. She had watched his acceptance and felt a bit odd about the situation; but Ilya had begun to feel plenty of faith in him. He already spoke better than he did to the alphas. Maybe he just needed a confidence boost. 

"You have a wonderful coat," she said, almost out of nowhere. In response she nosed her shoulder, showing off her own glossy coat. "We actually look very similar," she commented, noting her own thoughts on the situation earlier. "I bet we would make a good team," she winked, wagging her tail. She paused, standing up, "How well do you spar?" the blue-eyed fae asked, lowering herself into a friendly play bow. "Nothing too terrible, I promise," she assured him, "You have the size advantage anyway."