Her pink eyes flicker with sometime dark, something knowing. "You and your words could get you in trouble." She knows he's only teasing, but she does have her words, words that can destroy kings and build cathedrals and, yes, invoke trouble. There's innumerable power in words, she knows, which is why she's so careful to string them together and breathe them, like a spider with her web. "A shame," she says in response, ticking her chin up a notch, peering at him through jewelled eyes. She nods to the entirety of him, gesturing his sure strength. "They hardly make them like you anymore. Even the pack wolves here, they're... fragile."
As a woman who's weasling her way around and into gaining recruits, it's difficult for her to pass up the luxury of strong wolves. Might as well befriend him now and keep him on the shelf for later. "My loyalities lie with Erövrare, currently," she nearly laughs, knowing that what she feels for the pack is anything but loyalty. Her being in Erövrare is merely a way to pass time while she builds her own congregation. "Perhaps, if you ever get tired of being so lonesome, you'll follow me there. But I understand -- there's a certain thrill to being a lone wolf. I felt it, too."
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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