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She'd recieve a chuckle for her words as he agreed with her, the pair having obviously worn themselves out. He'd confirm the question, that was not what he'd ment, however amusing it may have been. What he had meant was a pack, Yfir of the North. This would be the first moment she'd heard of such a place, but with Laufey to take as example she had no doubts they were quite powerful. Neith had never been really sure about the whole pack thing, but now that the choice had been taken from her she'd need to start getting used to the idea.

Neith would sight softly as the Yfir warrior draped himself over her back, in silence she would think about what he'd said to her. Not that she could fully focus her attention there, his affections were distracting. Leaning into his touch she tried not to think about what was coming next for her. "Come with me to Yfir." He'd reiterate as he groomed her and she would nod softly. Surely life would not be so bad by Laufey's side. The silver marked she wolf would smile at his flattery. "It's nice to meet you, Laufey. Though Perfection would certainly work you may also call me Neith."