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The woman's body language is relaxed, happy. Asherah allows herself to do the same. The tension slowly eases from her muscles. She was foolish to fear in the first place, but her first instinct was to worry that they were being asked to leave. There wasn't any reason to suspect this, but still. Drageda had seemed a balm for her wounds, and the idea of losing it and taking her children back into the wilds made her want to shiver. She wasn't sure she could do it again, honestly she didn't know how she had managed before. She would, if she had to, but she desparately wanted to stay out of that situation.

"The Hougeda," She repeated, her own tail waving. "Where the rest of the pack sleeps?" Her eyes were bright and excited. To be allowed in, fully, was exactly the opposite of her fears. She'd been so excited with the prospect of merely being here she had forgotten there was more, more pack and more lands. Full access. She looked to Anatha approvingly, and waited for the Heda to answer.