Sun Mote Copse kyrie, fons bonitatis

The woman who answered her call carried herself with quiet dignity and the kind of elegance that Ragna would never manage. She was small, smaller even than Ragna, but her stomach was rounded in a way that suggested pregnancy. This red woman was bold, then, to come alone to greet a stranger. Already Ragna was fascinated, and sought to impress with her response.

She slipped into suitable submission, her tail hanging limp behind her, her head bowed. "Malkaria," she repeated. "I was curious, I guess." Why had she come? She had passed packs before, even upon reaching the Wilds again. Perhaps she was tired, and the thought of belonging somewhere again was too tantalizing to pass up.