Blackfoot Forest We are coming home

Aaron dipped his head to her again, studying her face when it raised. She seemed confident, but not overly so. There was a clouded cover that seemed to block her gaze when she spoke, and he wondered of her irritation. Did she not like her name? Or perhaps it was the accent that she had accidentally let slip- he paid it no mind for he too often slurred his words with his more southern roots.

"Liri," he repeated it, "A beautiful name," the man added his tail waving. "I am pleased to offer you a spot among our ranks, but only if you are openminded enough. Our pack works in pairs, and in a months time you will be arranged with a male from our pack as your mate," he told her, watching her face with interest. Would she care? Perhaps she would leave- or perhaps she wouldn't care. He didn't know, and simply waited.