Wapun Meadow gilded lily

lively. a soft laugh escaped her, emerald eyes glittering in sunlight with mirth. it pleased her—a compliment she'd never been given, but greatly appreciated. her willowy tail sways behind her, her smile now more genuine than teasing. "i'm glad we can agree. life gets boring without lively company, don't you think?"

a soft, thoughtful hum, a slight nod, maybe an approval. "bearclaw sounds familiar, then. like my old tribe. all about unity." she titled her chin upward, pondering, before she continued. "my people were traders, story-tellers. but awfully...strict."

she wondered if bearclaw was also as stifling, as hellbent on traditions. she'd entertain the thought, at the very least, though she was far more interested in the company than she was the idea of chaining herself to another pack. "my name is esadowa. you may call me esa, if you wish. do you...enjoy this tribe? what do they do for fun?"