Redhawk Caldera Paper moon

Elwood? That was a funky name. Maybe it was a nickname for... Something. Dove's brow raised after the boy introduced himself, and her gaze slipped across him the way a hungry cat looks at a mouse; lingering briefly near his rear-end. She was about to make a witty remark about wood when the grumpy girl's voice cut her off, and Dove was made to interact with her again. She heard the commentary and cast Somnia another bitter look, but said nothing.

I'm Somnia, and I'm the Gamma here. The salty dame stated, and all Dove could think was, 'Well lah-dee-dah, am I supposed to care?' It was entirely possible that this sentiment was reflected in her bored expression; however, the pale girl continued with the neutral stare-down until something of importance surfaced in the little girl's effort at conversation. I actually called you because Fox suggested that I get to know the newest members of the pack to take my mind off things. So as you can see, I called you so I could meet you. And, I was going to check to see if you needed any help getting adjusted.

Oh, how charming! Dove chirped without missing a beat (although she recognized the tone of Somnia's voice rather quickly, deeming the so-called Gamma as another individual to keenly avoid in the future). I would love some help getting aquainted - er, adjusted, But not from this catty little nobody. As she spoke, Dove turned towards Elwood and gave him a playful little bump - clearly more interested in him than in the lady who called for her attention. So whaddaya say, El?