Bearclaw Valley Ships in the night

Something seemed a little off with some of the comments he'd made thus far, and though she was pretty sure she hadn't said anything completely wrong, she wasn't sure what to think about it.  Asking him directly about it was not only probably a bad idea and awkward, but likely something that she should ask someone else about.  Maybe the black and tan woman there later? She didn't seem like a chatty type, though.  Hm.  Who then?  Who are the healers I should speak to?

And I'll make sure that it happens.  Until then, I look forward to working for you and your pack.  She smiled then bowed her head before tiptoeing slightly forward cautiously heading into the pack lands.  There was that brief pause when she made sure, basically, that he wasn't going to change his mind at the last instant.  Ordinarily she might have been more formal about thanking him and offering submission with a lick to the chin but she was just...  Wishing she could read him better.  Zenith would be meek, though, continuing with her submissive posture as she moved.  Thank you.

She was split between hoping Iovan would show up soon and hoping that he'd just show up later, also fine.  She hoped he'd show.  She hope he'd be ok.  She hoped whenever he did show up -- and he would, right? -- it wouldn't make things too complicated.