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Yep, Valdemar's firmly in her good books. That jokey wink, his complete lack of offense as she pushes his boundaries... It's such a cool change from the strictures she's been living with these past several months. Heck, in all honesty any new face has her jazzed still at this point—but to have it turn out to belong to an actual fun grownup is icing on the cake. Huh. Okay, she says to his explanation. Seems legit enough, which is good enough for her. Really, Brou herself is way more interested in those funkitated ears, and the rest of his backstory, which already is sounding both exotic and exciting. She perks her ears attentively forward to be sure she catches every word of it.

Well I've never seen a wolf with ears like those, she informs him artlessly. She scootches closer such that her hot quick breath would probably be leaving condensation on the pinnae if it was just a little warmer out—all the better to see them, yes, particularly since Valdemar is being so gosh darn obliging about it. How'd your mom's ears look, then? Did she have to get 'em all chewed up too, so that her pack would be okay with it, or what? Brou's never met a wolf with such a crazy past, that she can recall. It's better than any bedtime story she's ever heard—and she wants to know more. To hell with this whole due diligence in screening potential packmates and Arbiter-minions; she just wants to hear more of this epic tale.