Sun Mote Copse Immigrants: we get the job done

Nellie wasn't looking for anyone in particular really - she only spotted the green-eyed sovereign when a pair of paws came into view. She halted abruptly, whipping her snout up to look straight in the face of Wraen. Nellie did wear her emotions as fine jewelry, but was she truly so distressed that anyone could tell from a distance while she was facing the ground? She'd been lucky not to literally walk into Wraen with her bad posture.

Nellie shook her head and faked a convincing half-smile - it was kind of sad she was getting better at it. Oh - nothin', just searchin' for some fresh tracks. She lied, but not completely. She did want to go hunting, but Phox was occupied and she couldn't fine Bronco. Ya hungry? She asked - she'd only ever talked with Wraen before, perhaps it was good to get to know her leader whilst out on the field hunting for their pack.