Emberflame Ridge and they were roommates

Varinril offers three steady beats of her tail in reply to Mallaidh's, eyes trailing back and forth between her and the stranger. She wonders who this is but is promptly caught off guard by said stranger's compliments. Oh my. It was so sudden, bashfulness stealing across her face uninhibited. Varinril was not well-versed in this area - hence the blush dotting her cheeks - but she is brazen in reciprocation. It was with hooded eyes that she assessed Saarthal, her mouth forming a demure smile.

"Thank you." She would have said something about the lady's appearance - how the fur about her neck looked faintly of feathers, how her eyes gleamed a lively copper, bespeckled by bronze - but decided now really was not the time. She should save her romantic stanzas for later. Besides, the conversation was moving along swimmingly without any of her smolder.

"We'd love to have you with us," Varinril adds. She saw no reason to turn others away as she and Mallaidh were not a part of some exclusive club. You know, like packs.

"My name is Varinril. And you are...?"