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Enchantress? Oryx was not a prideful being, and so, felt in awe of the stately female who possessed a name as that was as noble as she herself seemed. Shyly, she bowed her head. "You have a beautiful name." She said softly, envious of the creature before her who seemed to possess a smoothe sort of confidence that made her seem almost otherworldly, to Oryx. Meekly, she stole a glance, hoping to note the way the Enchantress postured herself, in hopes of someday being able to mimic that poise herself- should she ever need it. 

Her next words caused Oryx's ears to tremble, and she felt a bit lighter, as she asked "Are you in search of a home?" She felt hopeful, now. Though she did not believe that she could invite others to pledge themselves to Rosings- nor did she have the conviction to vouch for a stranger- she did believe that she could request the presence of one of the males who could investigate the beautiful stranger themselves, should she show any interest in joining the pack.