Bad Company

Her slightly irritated features shifted quickly, softening considerably at his amicable demeanor. He was not confrontational, which pleased her, and he didn't seem to get defensive when she'd approached him so suddenly. An eyebrow quirked as she studied him, watching as he stared right back at her. She'd never met anyone so far away from home.. part of her had expected him to seem wild and foreign, but he seemed remarkably like her siblings. Only.. less tough. She was certain of it. Her lips pursed tightly as he answered her, explaining that Fiori was a pack, and that his dad was the King. Huh! Kinda like her mom, she figured. Interesting. "Hmm," she mumbled quietly, considering. Asvor hadn't spent much time thinking about the packs that filled the world, other than her own.

They lived in the Mangroves. Nearby. Her head swung to the side as her gaze searched about, as though looking for the area he spoke of, though she had no idea what Mangroves even were. "What are you doing here, then, Lionel?" The girl would probe with a slight furrow of her brow. "This place is pretty... weird." Her head tilted upwards, eyeing the strange trees with slight wonder.