Mudminnow River orinoco flow

Druid of Rivenwood, and Bracelet the snake. Nyra noted these things as the youngling spoke.

"I know of Rivenwood, can't say I've had many interactions with your pack though..." She mused lightly, shrugging her shoulders a little.
The Grandmaster sniffed the air around Druid, but never made direct contact. She wouldn't, not yet. Especially where Druid was still wary.
Her eyes turned downward to Bracelet then, looking at the serpent with interest and parental awe.
Stop that, she's not your pup. Nyra told herself inwardly.
"Your snake friend is very beautiful, Druid. Where did you find him?" She inquired, trying further to ease tensions.