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"I'm doing good. I've met a large percentage of the pack, got a den for the winter, and have been able to add to the caches. With all the friendly faces, it already feels like home." Somnia responded with a wolf-ish grin. "I've heard that the pack was founded not long before I joined. It just... seems so settled in for a place that could still be hectic with the chaos of figuring things out." It was a compliment, hidden beneath her opinion, but Somnia didn't see it as trying to be a suck-up. It was the truth; loyal members, well-stocked caches, and plans for pups. What more could any pack want?

As for any ~romance~, the closest thing to it was Somnia falling asleep in Ashton's basement. It wasn't as weird of a tale as it sounded. She had gone to the aspiring healer with a cold, seeking medicine before it could evolve into some virus. It was late, and he had offered her the chance to sleep in the dimly lit room filled with warm pelts. She accepted. The end. No romance whatsoever. Unless he raped her while she was sleeping.