Shimmering Sands good love, good love

Eyes narrow as the girl suggests joining a pack. Packs were full of... strangers, men, foreign people... Yeah. None of that sounded appealing in the slightest. 

Of course she understood where Ying was coming from. They were three foreign southern girls against the cold winter of the North- all odds were against them. And yet, still, she wanted to protest. "不喜欢, 可是说多一点." She requests in a sort of huff.