Leera spots him long before he speaks to her. His scent rolls through the thickets, heavy and pungeant, causing Leera to freeze and narrow her searching gaze. The faint, lingering fragrance of other wolves on his scent tells her that the stranger is probably a pack member.
Chocolate ears fold against her head as she sees him approach. She doesn't answer his small, polite bark, but rather sits up and watches him through a hard, pink gaze. He's handsome -- healthy, snowy white fur, a captivating pair of eyes -- but she keeps her expression vacant, dark tail twitching upward at the end with caution. "Beautiful, isn't it?" the stranger says, and Leera watches him in return for a few moments, trying to pick out the detail about him. "I've seen better,"she answers after a moment, voice light. Her tail curls and she tilts her head at him, at this point not caring if he notices her staring.
She raises a paw and begins to groom it, almost feline in her movements. But she's after something. If he's part of a pack, like she's almost certain she smells, then she'd enjoy hearing about it. "You're a pack rat, aren't you? I can smell it on you like blood, all your friends... Why don't you come join me for a while and tell me a little bit about it?" Leera hungers for information regarding the packs of Ardent, curious to see which holds the highest reputation. After all, she isn't going to settle for anything less than pinnacle.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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