Blacktail Deer Plateau Last Resort [IC Joining]

Was her name so strange that he would look at her oddly? Granted, it was not the first time she had seen that look on another’s face, and certainly would not be the last. Why her dame decided to hold deeply to her clan’s roots was beyond her. A simple name would have sufficed, instead of the calling that reminded the bitter mother of her original home. After a while, X’inua had taken the name with a grain of salt, rarely letting the mispronunciations or looks given bother her too much for comfort. An ear however did flick at his note, noting with some amusement the inquisitive edge to his voice. Was she interested in joining his fold? A more prideful beast would have proclaimed no, and attempted to live out their stubborn days in the wild scraping the fat of the land. And truly, she had a mind to do just the same, lest she fall victim to yet another turbulent existence she had only just left. But as any sentient creature would, she believed in living more than she did suffering to death in the wilderness. And most importantly, a pack meant food. Rolling her tongue across her muzzle, she tipped her head slightly. “…where is your alpha?”