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

The second Israel complimented Emory, her tail flicked and her smile grew; no longer just a prop for conning. The wolfess works to hard to maintain herself, and when it's noticed is the best feeling in the world. She loved being recongnized more than anything else--beside her brother that is. 

She adjusted her posture to be somewhat more confident looking, she deemed the wolf before her no longer just a toy to play with. "You really think so?" She said hopefully, almost completely ignoring the smokey fae's first comment. Emory glanced down at her own body for a moment, admiring what she could before refocusing. "You're searching for a pack?" Thanks to Israel's kind words, she decided to help her.