Hushed Willows Greedfall.

After they settled to wait, her sights trailed from the treetops, beyond, then back down again to finally see an approaching silvery wolf. Opalia's ears set forward readily, and so subtly, she curved her most-aching side closer to her brother. Though she had already known Elysium to seem like a peaceful lot, old habits, ingrained on her since birth, were not set aside easily--not when she knew both herself and her brother were feeling a little roughed up after their little instigation with Rusalka.

Then, before they could answer much, another grayscale wolf arrived and proclaimed himself as what she supposed meant one of their leaders. Not Lily, however--and neither did Opalia smell that particular familiar face around.

But now was no time to dwell on such, for she nodded simply alongside Dacio's introductions as he got right to the meat of it. She wasn't missing any of it, though, and stood by him absolutely to carefully watch the Elysium wolves' expressions--all while minding herself carefully neutral, stance guarded.. but respectable enough to not entirely forsake her confidence, even here and now at their need. Hopefully they would be interested in some experienced guardians. I visited once here with guarding a scout moons ago, and she was a friend of Lily's, she mentioned with a soft nod, hopefully keying them in to the fact that they were at least vaguely familiar with what the willows offered here.