Phoenix Maplewood knock knock

Well, nice to meet you! Chosovi smiled. Laika was a lovely name. Like Saena. The Maplewood harbored a lot of lovely wolves with a lot of lovely names. Chosovi was all about the aesthetic, and she saw loads of it here. That was great; Chosovi felt right at home. She bet even the babies Saena produced would be a ten out of ten. There was a part of Chosovi that was excited to meet those little guys, but another part that was a bit nervous. She wasn't bad with kids, but she also wasn't exactly good. They could survive in her presence... but she did not really know what to do with them but let them basically pretend to be zombies and eat her. She had the patience of a saint.

Chosovi nodded at the others mention of a clearing. Lead the way! she invited, her tail waving. Laika here had longevity over her, and Chosovi was more than content to be subordinate to the other. With no ambition to speak of, like, literally none, Chosovi was happy and subservient to others whims and desires. If Laika thought hunting was a bad idea, Chosovi'd follow the train of thought easily enough. And get Saena another rabbit.