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Harlan told the small female of her pride in the pack, and in return Ilya dipped her head. She smiled when she looked back to Harlyn, tail wagging slightly, listening as the alphess turned the question to her. 

"Oh," she murmured, smile still apparent, "I've settled quite well," she responded. "I've been a loner about a year of my life. It was hard, lonely, and nearly killed me. I suppose I've never had good encounters with pack, but the Hollow is exactly what I needed. There is nothing you could do to make it better than it already is." Ilya responded talking of herself, a bit of her past slipping free from her muzzle. She hadn't meant to, but she sometimes forgot of her whereabouts and spoke her mind without a filter, thankfully only things of herself ever slipped out. 

When she commented on the pack she had meant to compliment Harlyn on it, and she hoped that the dark coated female could tell. Just as Harlyn was happy with the pack, Ilya was just as happy to be a part of it. Each day she soaked up new knowledge of pack life and new skills that she'd never known she could master. If Harlyn were to ask, she'd only be able to think of fishing; but even that was a talent that she was rather proud of by now.