Sweet as a peach, Leera decides easily about the girl with a slow blink and a flick of the tail. She returns the eager smile and there's even a twinge of guilt deep in her heart, however this is quickly ignored. Morals have never been in Leera's interest. She'll get what she wants out of this girl, now or later. What exactly that is, however, Leera doesn't know just quite yet.
"Thora. What a lovely name," she says with facaded warmth. The surname Wreckage means nothing to her and slips off her brain like water; Leera hasn't heard a the name before.
Thora inquires about Leera's time in the pack, which she answers with a sense of pride and ease. "Not terribly long, although I carry the children of the High Lord in my belly so I expect to be here for quite a while." The seal-pointed wolfess turns just so that Thora can catch a glimpse of the slight buldge in her lower belly. "What about you, little dove? What keeps you here?"
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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