Jade Fern Grove nervous, but hopeful

The healer was silently relieved that she hadn't seemed to offend anyone overtly with her reaction to Corvus. Both seemed to move on rather quickly and Liri followed suit, smiling at the pleased stammer that fell from Grezig's lips. It occurred to the fae that the stoic woman smiled entirely too little and it was a personal goal to make Grezig's life a little happier.

"I am Liri Blackfoot," she introduced with a small sweep of her snowy head. "My mate is Kavik Tonrar, I'm sure you'll meet him very soon. We have an adopted son," she found herself pausing, finding it odd to think that she again had a son. "Illidan. And a growing number of wolves who have deemed us worthy of following. They seem like amiable folk, I expect you'll fit in fine." 

Liri was not entirely sure of this, as they had a rather odd band of followers - a seemingly jumbled group of personalities that either clicked or clashed. At the end of the day, they could only hope there weren't too many clashes.