Dreamland

Hmm, he was being pleasant. That pleased the woman, and she'd languidly stretch out her front paws, tail wagging briefly behind her. That really did make her happy; she liked getting along with the fiery male who was so defensive and protective of his sister, and she appreciated and respected that quality in him... well, except when it interfered with her own protectiveness. Which he would have to learn to deal with. Period.

She'd smile at the affirmative, and she would would incline her head, in a continued greeting to him. That smile would be maintained as he asked if she was patched from the siege - though a momentary flicker of surprise went through her eyes. He noticed she had been injured, albeit lightly? Huh. "Yes," she answered firmly. "It was, thankfully, only moderate scratches - and they healed perfectly thanks to your sister, Sparrow. She did really well." Sparrow really did a thorough job of patching the russet female up. Very brisk, very efficient, and aware to the comfort of her patient. She had learned well, and while Lillianna was no healer, she could certainly appreciate that in her packmate.

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