Leera pauses somewhere near enough to him to show she does not fear his unfamiliarity. Her nostrils pump gently as she drinks in his scent, noting it and storing it in her memory banks. It's always a good idea to keep tabs on who comes and goes in regards to territory lands.
She listens to his words, brown ears tilted gently to receive them. Her chin dips in a nod -- he's new, it seems, similarly to her. And the more she watches him, the more his features and scent become almost like an echo of someone she's known before, and only when he mentions his brother Hannibal does she make the connection. "Hannibal, yes. We've met briefly," she answers, tail curling with thought. But she's more interested in the man before her, and she watches him with a sharp focus in her alluring pink eyes. "New, hm? What brings you to Erövrare? Following your brother's path?"
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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