Fleeting

Despite herself, Rœkia found herself enjoying this conversation. The man had wit and that was a resource in short supply these days. She chuckled at Poser's comments on blinding mortals and nodded. That would not be polite at all! She felt Wolf hop up her neck, settling in the slight curvature where her skull met her neck. She knew he was curious about this stranger, climbing her to get a better look at the borzoi. Wolf had always been a bit quiet for his kind.

Rœkia's head tilted elegantly to the side at the mention of his group. A club of sorts. Well, well, wasn't he full of interesting ideas but she still could not discern if the man's words lay closer to truth or delusion. Not that she really needed the distinction. Rœkia was a free spirit and the only thing she was really looking for was a good time, traditional packs made her cautious. "Well, you've got one thing right there are certainly fewer rules for those of us that choose to walk alone but it does get rather… boring. Tell me more of your club, and what exactly is 'home'?" She could agree about the old gods, she'd never been much into any sort of religious belief.

"Speech"