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Jaida watched her mother blankly, giving no encouragement or discouragement to the decision to be made. She wanted to go with this group, Zaavier seemed like the least scary male she had met as of yet, besides she wanted to meet his pack. Perhaps there would be other wolves her age to play with. 

Mother agreed, Jaida's face breaking out in a grin and her tail wagging eagerly. Her head cocked as her mother sniffed Zaavier, having never seen her do that, but with a shrug she too moved forward to sniff him. He was very tall and Mother seemed to be a head shorter than him, Jaida barely reaching his shoulder.

Jaida moved alongside her mother, following after the other two as they were led to the group.