Such a morbid young lady!

OOC: No, your post is fine. :)

IC: At almost the same time, Erika sensed a new presence lurking in the shadows. Her golden eyes quickly scanned the area, only catching a glimpse of the silent watcher. She presumed that it was one of Jinx's packmates, but felt herself tense a bit, just in case.

As Jinx described her pack, she got memories of the birth pack she was taken away from. They, unlike their neighbours, were traditional, like Jinx's. And because of this, they were strong. The other packs warred around Les Fantômes borders, but never crossing them for fear of the wrath of the phantoms of the lake. Her pack was on no one's side during the constant war and attacked anyone who crossed their borders (unless, of course, they were allies). While l'meute de Les Fantômes never raided other packs, having no need too, Erika did know it was necessary to keep the pack strong. This pack indeed showed promise in being her new home.

"Zough some might disagree, sometimes ze old ways are ze best ways. From what I 'ave seen in my travels, ze traditional packs are almost always ze strongest in ze area. I 'ope zat your pack iz, or at least becomes ze strongest as well, because I am interested in joining yours." Erika, for all of her time wandering alone in the wilderness, still knew how to read a conversation. Jinx had invited her, unspoken to join her pack. She would need some time to come to a final decision, but she was leaning towards yes.