Such a morbid young lady!

Erika flicked an ear towards the newcomer who melted out of the shadows. The she-wolf looked friendly enough, if not a bit...odd looking. She chuckled to herself. Maintenant vraiment, qui ressemble de plus étrange, moi ou elle? The wolf gave a respectful nod to Jinx, then turned towards her. Dangling from her jaws was a strange object made out of clay. Golden eyes widened in curiousity, confusement, and amusement all at once. Looking at Jinx, she saw that the white wolf seemed equally as perplexed. This new wolf must be the black sheep out of the flock.

"Bonjour mademoiselle." She nodded towards the strange pack wolf. She seemed eager enough to meet her. Strangely, she hadn't even acknowledged Erika's scars. Jinx had called her Tyrande. A peculiar name to suit an equally peculiar wolf.

"I wish to take a few days, no more zan two, to make my final decision. I shall return 'ere when I am ready, if zat is fine with you, Madame Jinx."