The Bracken Woods all you want is milk, more than you can drink; all you want is honey
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The agouti man was well aware that his companion was not by his side as he awaited the attention of the other wolfess, and although he was tempted to hang back and ensure she was alright, she quietly explained the reasons for lingering behind at the treeline and Horosk made no move to pressure the dame forward. "That's totally fine, just come when you're ready." Despite his own love for interactions between wolves, he understood not all favoured the speech or even the presence alone of strangers and that he could respect. Although her vibrant eyes travelled to the light hues of her pelt, the outcasted Irya knew it likely was not about any mud caught amongst her fur, but he did not press on the matter.

The approaching woman beamed, demeanor instantly recognisable as friendly and welcoming, and despite the relax of Horosk's muscles, he would not hand her his trust immediately. He knew how facile it could be to lie. A smile of his own graced the storyteller's lips despite this, brown plume of a tail beating once at his rear to signal that he was here to cause no harm, only a traveller with a wonderful woman at his side - they sought a home, so perhaps this would become a possibility to add to their options. 

"Hello. It's nice to meet you, Lanawyn. My name is Horosk, and her name is Semira," He gestured behind him to where the girl with the pelt of the sun was hanging back by the line of trees. "We... are looking for a home. Is this a pack, here?" Indeed, the scents would certainly suggest such a thing.