Such a morbid young lady!

She caught Erika's quizzical glance, but could do nothing more than shrug as subtly as she could. The clay pot was a strange construct, but it did warrant a measure of respect, for Tyrande had made it with her own paws. It was beyond anything Jinx herself could have made.

Her Delta launched into a lengthy explanation of its origins and accents directed at the lone female. While ordinarily she might have stepped in to break up the flood of words, being something of an anti-social wolf herself and easily losing track of long conversations, this time she didn't. What Tyrande said was interesting.

The Alpha had nothing to add, however, so she fell silent and reclined back on her haunches to listen.