Such a morbid young lady!

Golden eyes blinked in bewilderment as Tyrande jumped into a little monologue concerning accents, humans, and joining the pack. It was the first time in about a year that someone was actually happy to talk to her. She was unused to it. But it made her feel good inside, at least a little bit.

"Ah....merci mademoiselle.Thank you." She said softly, almost bashful. The comment about her accent had almost made her blush (if wolves could do such a thing!).