Broken Antler Fen Some free time

He rambled a bit in his reply, but she didn't mind. She had come to learn that rambling, stuttering or disjointed speech was often better then smooth, formal language,  more sincere. She liked Seb- he didn't seem like a pycho, or some twofaced person, but a kind, reliable packmate. She liked that, and was content to stay in the fen a while. 

"You know, at first I wasn't sure about joining a pack. There were some wolves I wanted to find, plus I hadn't been part of a pack for a while. But you guys, seem like family." she said, tail sweeping the ground behind her like it was attached to another body. When she became aware of the subconscious movement, she stopped,  looking to Sebastian.