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Her original, native language then. A slow blink followed, then a respectful dip of her chin in a nod. She could see Kukutux's pride. How she cherished not only her language, but her heritage. "Mmn, perhaps one day you might tutor me, yes?" She raised one brow quizzically, a playful honesty in her voice. She wouldn't mind familiarizing herself with the northern tongue, a way to perhaps link her back closer to her own roots. Another time would be for that.

Keyni listened with interest as the snowy woman, who seemed to be a year or two older than she, explained her role of seeking men for women and vice versa. Such a thing must require one to be of intuitive personality, a good judge of character, she thought. It was often hard to tell who would match up, and who wouldn't. Unless, you were incredibly experienced of reading emotions and personalities. Her cheeks warmed beneath her thick winter fur. 

"I am flattered. And honored. I am happy to call you my friend, too." She dared to press her solid but delicate shoulder against hers, in the way a trusted companion would for comfort and understanding. "It isn't often that I feel such a connection like this so quickly." Her offer surprised her, prompting soft green eyes to widen slightly. "T-that's very generous of you. I've...never considered a partner before. I have been so focused on settling in at the Glen..." She trailed off. For once, the tundrian seemed unsure of what to think when faced with the idea of who would be an ideal match for her. She had been far too busy traveling, and then integrating into a pack again, it had been the last thing on her mind. Which raised the question - who would want her?