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

SO sorry about the delay!!

Emory tilted her head with interest, anytime someone mentioned another wolf her attention would be instantly focused on them. "Who's that?" She questioned. A lingering feeling of joy from the compliment also helped, the stormy wolfess had all the agouti vixen's regard. Israel mentioned how'd she fit in a pack, if only she could relate. She didn't wish to be at the bottom of thr barrel when thinking so highly of herself. 

It also wasn't that she couldn't cooperate, hell when her and Charley were a team they could accomplish anything, but to submit to anyone was just...unthinkable.