Blackfoot Forest Mr. Bennet made no answer.

For once, the woman was patient, awaiting any replies that might come. However, beneath her coat the muscles had tensed, preparing her for a quick getaway should one be necessary. When words were directed her way, she'd relaxed, having yet to pick up on any indicators that might suggest the couple would attack. It pleased her when she'd realized this, for physical fights had never appealed to her, and rare was it for her to actually partake in one. That day would not serve as an anomaly, either, which she was somewhat thankful for (not that she'd ever show it, of course). When the male of the duo appeared to push forward his chest, she'd refrained from snickering, focusing on her curiosity and allowing that to guide her down a path of pleasantries. Perhaps, if ever were they to grow close, she'd forever note how lucky the pair had been to have met her on a decent day. Yet, the chances of that happening were slim at best, and so the woman's attention reverted back to the present.

"My name's Sen, leader of some ragtag group north of here," she'd stated, directing her words towards the male, for he'd been the one to ask. The serpent did not consider her words prior to having spoken them, having allowed for her initial thoughts to slip from her tongue, and finding then that it was true. The sanctuary had been a grouping of various wolves from different backgrounds that possessed different ideals from the very beginning, but only then had it truly dawned on her just how troublesome that was. Before she could mentally curse the man that had convinced her to join him, however, the female of the pair spoke up. Another question was directed her way, though it was one she could not answer immediately. Did she seek anything? Perhaps, but reluctant was she to admit it. "Nothing," came her answer, head turning to address Amara. "I used to hang around in that forest a while back, and made the journey over here to walk through it for old times' sake. Didn't expect to find a pack here, though." So far, it seemed as if she'd made the trek all for nothing. Instead of turning and leaving, however, the woman found herself to be mildly curious of the settlers there. "How big's your pack?" she'd asked, the query directed towards no one in particular. "Are the foxes still around?" She'd been fond of those sneaky little buggers.