Dawnlark Plains Oh, like, chainmail or something?

Woo it's been a minute. Sorry about the wait!

He smelled so nice! Like the borders - strong and unifying and faintly of lavender, which reminded Skraeling of what the pup den smelled like when she passed by. Of course, Dauntless had probably spent time there, being important and a son of the pack's father and all. "Rae is fine," she said with a happy wag of her tail, thrilled that Dauntless had somehow guessed her nickname. "But if I have a nick name don't you need one, too?" she asked, her head tipping to the side. What was a good nickname for Dauntless? Daunt? Less? Neither option seemed promising to the girl.

While she was thinking, she began to circle around the younger male, making sure to hold her body below his. It wasn't difficult because she was a bit smaller than Dauntless, even though she was older, but she was very intentional about it either way - she didn't want to offend anyone. "You smell really nice," she said with a little sigh of admiration, coming back around to face him. "We should be friends, so I can smell nice, too."