Bearclaw Valley Who needs diamonds

The larger, dark furred wolf offers her a name and looks upon her with muted interest. She remains resting on her stomach as she talks to him, but raises her head to meet his eyes. Pretty eyes, she can’t help but think, especially with his midnight pelt.

In return he asks for her name so she continues with her soft smile. “Val,” She tests his name. “I’m Pandora. A pleasure.” She offers. “I just joined not long ago. A very interesting joining ritual you guys have.” She laughs at the end. “Y’all seem like a dangerous bunch.”

She says it with interest and awe though. She loves the savage nature of Ursus so far, but she prefers not to bloody her pelt with battles when she could easily just seduce or befriend and poison someone. Keeps her fur nice and clean that way.