The tan woman would give the man a smile. "Yes, Thank you for accepting me into your pack." She sighed joyfully knowing that she had made the right decision. "Again, I will do my best and hope to make you proud of your choice." And with that, the ivory man wandered off, onto a run around the rest of his lands. Lyre would then casually walk into the lands of Abaven as if there was nothing standing in her way.
Stopping not long after Bass had left, she turned around and looked in the direction she came from. All this bash for a line that doesn't even exist. How easy it is to cross it, might as well not even be there. And then she thought for a moment before continuing on. How could she know for sure that someone like herself came through the exact same steps but was looking after different, evil intentions? They could be living amongst the rest of them yet sliding under everyone's noses. She would keep an eye out for these wolves, a type of paranoia settling in her stomach.
