Bramblepoint I kick that ceiling, what you gonna say?

The offer came as a surprise, despite how open and friendly Minna had been so far. Such trust, so soon! Not that Lilith was much of a threat to behold, anyway. Now a wolf far larger than herself, one with a bearing that spoke of dominance, would perhaps make the polite girl from Rosings think twice. Or maybe not. Was the pack so low on members they had begun to extend invitation to strangers during a famine? Or were they all so kind-hearted like Minna?

The coywolf let a cheery smile spill onto her features, dipping her head low again in a grateful bow. "Oh, as a matter of fact, I do," she said softly, delighted with the chance encounter. Turns out her timing was impeccable. "The life of a loner is a hard one — not one for me at all." She lifted her head to meet Minna's warm amber eyes. "I mean, if your pack would have me."