Silver Moraine chain hits my chest

There was no way for the Corvidae to know who she stood before, nor that this pack wolf actually led one— but they were on neutral ground, and the other's posture had set the tone for their encounter. Magpie had no reason to submit, and so she stood— perhaps a little suspicious, a little guarded— as neutrally as she could manage. She wasn't sure what had gotten into her; it was unlike her to be so nervous, so anxious. She attributed it to the odd feelings that seemed to have awoken upon her second birthday.

Still, the strange woman seemed friendly enough, if not a little... odd. Magpie decided to shake off her nerves and embrace her usual confident, extroverted personality— if this were to have broken into a fight, it would have already, and the young woman had no reason to believe that telling the other of her plans (or lack there of) would result in harm. "I'm not entirely sure," she responded with a shrug of a shoulder. "Somewhere to settle for awhile."