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Doe's ears flicker, but little else displays her confusion as she listens to the woman's words. Much of it comes out garbled to the little woman, who has always heard her mother's tongue the best, but she knows enough to recognize a pledge when she hears one - and in the end, that's enough for Doe.

"The Jaw of the Sea is glad for your teeth," she replied, tail wagging happily as she paced a few steps nearer to the other woman, attempting to rub her scent upon the other's fur even as she took deeper breaths of her own foreign scent. Doe found the shewolf pleasing to the eye and to the nose, and already, she felt fond toward the stranger. Perhaps it was because she was reminded of another warlike woman - one who'd gone her own way, in the end. Nevertheless, the diminutive shewolf found no reason to continue to bar the woman from home.

"Enter in, Sol," she offered, eyes warm as she regarded the golden woman. "I'm here if you have questions or want help or company."