Hoshor Plains I hope that I am just like you

Her tail sways behind her, giving an idle but friendly flick. "Wren" dare she say of Kingslend? She doesn't. Maybe she doesn't want to associate herself with a pack right away. She needs to get comfortable adjusting to the new one. A cracked smile graces her lips. 

"I think if we're lucky, we'll bring down something to drag back to your Kaistleoki" she goes on, chuckling. There was slight deer scent in the wind. She raises her liver-colored nose to the air. "what're you in the mood for?" she asks her temporary friend.