Silvertip Mountain warm wine

No deception. No flirtation. These simply weren't characteristics that aligned with her nature. And if she ever did choose to bring them into play, it would be within good reason. The flicker of the bruin witch's initial hint of malice was nearly forgotten. But not quite. "Hm, thank you. I have found that my diplomacy has served me well, so far."

He stepped forward, and she allowed this. In turn she side stepped inquisitively, pressing her muzzle out just enough for a deeper sample of the assortment of the scents of others clinging to his self. She would not make contact, keeping one alert ear pivoted to wisely show her guard. "Ah, that is a...bit of a long story, that one. To simplify it, it was a symbol. Breaking free from that which did not represent who I truly was." Her family, their culture. Their traditions and expectations of her. A lifestyle she refused. "And what of you, Bruin witch? Are these your native soils, or no?"