Redsand Canyon Out of Sync

The woman was mousy, and seemed like she could shrink away. Aquene fought to keep a frown off her features. The woman had a docile nature, but she felt as if she barely held a stone to the woman in front of her. “Welcome! Admittedly, I don’t know many wolves here… it’s refreshing to see a friendlier face.” She offered because the auxilia all seemed so grouchy, at least those that she had met. Still, she was sure it was because of the taxing nature of their job. Soon after, Ruenna was arriving, offering a kind smile in turn and a respectful dip of the head. She instantly fell to the background of the conversation, it was not her place.
 
Malilia. She saved the name for later, simply falling in the background, though she lingered near. She did not quite head back to her den, perhaps it was just her curious nature. If the Matrona wished her to leave, she would, but until then she had the plans to sit there.