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

Lucia grinned. "Well, I can handle feisty," she said, raising a brow. "I guess they are somewhat the opposite of their parents, then?" Or were all pups energetic and constantly up to no good? She didn't really know, but she could only assume. She'd never met a gloomy pup but knew that one probably existed somewhere.

She listened as Wildfire continued to speak of the pups and even mentioned her specialties too. A hunter and a scout sounded pretty cool, seeing that she only knew a few of the trades and specialities. Her attention was brought to the woman once more as she seemed to be apologizing for Thuringwethil's absence. "No, I don't mind," she said earnestly, picking up again on what seemed to be a nickname for the leader. Was everyone allowed to call her that, or were the two pretty close? She didn't estimate anything more than a close friendship, though. "I've had a lot of time to get to know you, so I would say it was time well spent." She didn't want to appear as ungrateful -- waiting while having company was much better than waiting alone anyway.