She studies the girl, something familiar about her scent although she's never seen her. At her reply, Leera's expression softens and a small, endearing smile crosses her dark lips. It seems as though the female has grown a bit lonesome as well with all the silence of the pack, and Leera anticipates a light conversation.
Her chin dips a notch in a nod and she folds her ears gently atop her crown. "Very quiet indeed," she muses along with the girl, still nodding gently. The gaze that rests on the young wolfess and has an uncharacteristic amount of warmth to it. "Perhaps we can become friends, you and I. My name is Leera Vindictus." It's true that she doesn't have much of an interest with gaining friends, but this little beast belongs to Erövrare -- the loyalty of anyone at this point is something she's after. And the youth, they are the easiest to be manipulated. They believe anything, Leera knows, as long as it's said with a smile.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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