Otatso Wetlands raven's cry

So, she had been correct. The wolf was, in fact, new, and better yet, looking for a new home. It was a good opportunity for her, but whether Sen would present the idea of seeing Duskfire had yet to be decided. When she answered, the dark woman instantly thought she spoke in a funny manner, but chose to save her comments for that until later. Polite, though not too friendly—two things the wolfess appreciated. She, herself, was not the kindest either, but being polite also tended to slip from her mind. Lying through your actions just to make another like you seemed troublesome to her, and wasn't a task she'd ever cared to partake in. If another lupine seemed acceptable to her, she'd play nice, but if they didn't or she hadn't yet decided, the chances of her even pretending to be kind where slim to none.

"Your name is quite the mouth full," Sen commented, amusement in her voice to compliment the grin on her maw. Her own name was not asked for, leaving the lady to not bring it up. If she happened to develop a fondness for the charcoal, then she would, but until then, she wasn't too eager to share anything about herself. "You say you're looking for a new home, so what are you doing here in the Wetlands? Plan on starting a pack with the 'ghosts' that linger around here?" Once more, her mind was brought back to the rumor of lingering spirits. If the dead did still linger around, she'd already noted them as being disappointments, not worth her time or beliefs.