Blacktail Deer Plateau lestat's tarantella

She nodded curtly at his explanation of the word, though she still failed to recall what the other girl had called her. It did not seem important, at least not for now, and she allowed the thought to fall by the wayside, to make room for more present conversation. He had introduced himself with a bow, and a faint smile washed over her features as he did so. Lestat was a gentleman, at the very least, and she could certainly appreciate that. Briefly, she wondered if Peregrine could be considered and gentleman. He did, from time to time, shower her with sweet words, but more often than not, she brushed them away and rolled her eyes, even though she appreciated his gestures. Fox simply didn't know how to deal with them.

“The same things many do,” she replied truthfully, “Loyalty, a good work ethic, the ability to get along with your comrades, a well-rounded set of skills.” Blacktail Deer Plateau, from what she had come to learn, was a traditional pack in most senses of the word. It was true that their Alpha took two lovers and had broken his pact with the first, but he was not unlike the multitude of other wolves in most other aspects of his beliefs. “A pretty face helps,” Fox added as a jest.