Silver Creek takes two to tango

"Sorry" Wren says, her shoulders drooping a bit "Kingslend has accepted me" her scent was faint considering she wandered a lot outside of their territory. She didn't blame him for the mistake. "but we're neighbors" she recalls the Saint leader's words. A tail wag was given to Derg "so you can call on our border. I'll come."

Whenever he was raring to go again. She doubted the Kings would mind if their new member got some practice in. All experience was put toward guarding Kingslend more effectively. "Maybe I'll meet your 'Lette eventually" she smirks. Derg's affection for this mystery woman apparent, she gently teases him. "I'd like to" Wren adds, giving a nod.