Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

Hell, at least she didn't have any false pretenses, Rosalyn thought as Thuringwethil acknowledged that many weren't really in the know on their culture.  Whatever that might be.  She didn't have a lot of (read any) desire to be marked the way Thuring just displayed, but she did have a lot of respect for cultures of other places.  That sort of thing made a wolf who they were, and it lent color to a people.  She might need to ask the alpha a few questions someday soon.

The next words were a little bittersweet, and Roz wasn't sure how to take them, though she smiled at the happiness she was sure the two were feeling.  The upside - the alpha was down with ladies as well.  The downside; one particular lady.  Shoulda ridden that train when you had the chance, she thought with mild disappointment, though really she hadn't intended to pursue it anytime soon.  Bad way to start life in a pack, it could get messy when you shagged the alpha outright.  Ah well.  Insert cliche about all the good ones being taken.  And perhaps down the line some variety will be wanted, she thought somewhat wickedly, knowing it unlikely but enjoying the sentiment all the same.

She would hang out where she was until others began to disperse, then get back to whatever the hell she'd been doing before.