Silvertip Mountain The brown ghost

Presumably, Vectra had no idea how pretentious she really sounded. It was the only explanation that the gentle Itsuki, who didn't want to assume she was simply arrogant by nature, could come up with to justify why she flippantly pointed out that they admired her for no reason at all. A humbler wolf such as himself might have simply said they were good at ability x, even if the reason for the admiration was entirely unrelated to ability x, simply to not sound full of himself... But aside from choosing to leave home because of it, Vectra didn't seem at all ashamed about admitting she was amazing for no reason.

The Keizo forced himself to push any rising judgement aside. Perhaps it was her appearance they had admired, but if that was the case, a sensible family of wolves wouldn't have barred her from pulling her weight. He was about to ask, but found he was no longer interested in speaking of her supposedly stifling family, so he switched gears instead. “You shouldn't be,” Itsuki calmly replied, folding his legs so he could sit facing her. Standing still for too long wasn't good for his joints, or at least he'd been told that. “So what brings you to this pack, specifically?”