Sleeping Dragon It's top shelf, man. It's top shelf.

sounds good to me!

She couldn't help but notice Wildfire's smile. Well, at least that meant that she had said the right things, or at least she hoped so. Her ears pressed forward at the start of an explanation -- a bit of info on the culture and whatnot of the pack. If she wanted to  join this pack, it was important for her to know as much about it as possible.

She did, in fact, pick up on what seemed to be a nickname for the pack leader, but she disregarded it as a mere stutter. The way this she-wolf talked about the Heda -- or so they called her -- couldn't help but make her smile. "So, are leaders appointed if...anything happens, or is it more of a bloodline sort of thing?" she asked, interested on how Wildfire said Thuringwethil was "born to lead the pack." She didn't know whether Wildfire meant that literally or not.

Bandrona. Drageda. She had never heard these words before. Did they speak in a whole different language entirely, or were there only a few words that were exceptions? Well, she was certainly prepared question-wise when Thuringwethil would arrive.

"Oh? I do suppose the skills are complementary," she laughed. So far, she seemed to be making good progress and was a lot more certain of her future in the pack. However, she still had Thuringwethil to meet, so she wasn't going to be completely certain of anything yet.