Leera watches the female climb to join her, unmoving. Her pink eyes are warm as the other settles; she's quite aware of the attention she's recieving, and rightfully so -- Leera deserves to be gawked at.
"You flatter me," she says, nose turning back out to the view that sprawls out so gorgeously before the two wolves. She lets a pause build between them, closing her eyes and feeling the sun on her fur. "I was taught to never overlook the beauty of the natural world. There's so much to be respected of the mountains, the streams, the forests... so much strength in them." She glances at her new companion now. "You agree with me, don't you? My name is Leera."
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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