Golden Glade Monster That I Despise

"I'm with Kingslend" the brunette would say, taking point and readying herself accordingly. A gentle dip of her head of acknowledging the offer, but rejecting it politely. She had no interest in joining the Saints anyway. Kingslend was fine for now, until the winter passed anyway. "but thanks for the thought, Nyra."

She would pause, squinting her eyes as she focuses. "I'm Wren" and pleasantries exchanged, the women would begin. The brunette wasn't trying hard at first, she wanted to gauge Nyra's strength. She suddenly flings herself at the white wolf, aiming for her shoulder. The bite is soft, piercing skin but not enough to actually bleed. She doesn't want to bleed the woman anyway.