Witch's Marsh Relax, turn around and take my hand

She nodded in acknowledgement of Emory's rather vague response. She would have liked to ask for more details but the female had spoken with a hint of distaste in her voice, so Israel held her tongue. 

Without missing a beat, it seemed, other continued on with her flirtatious endeavors. Israel was not the best at handling situations like these; while she did not wish to seem too eager, she didn't want to scare Emory off either. "I came from a long way, as well. Idaho, actually." Israel settled down upon her narrow haunches facing the woman. Shivering again, she now wished they were closer together after all. 

"Do you live in a pack?"