One Can Only Dream

The woman smiled at her, something akin to warmth glowing her azure eyes. Were all wolves around here just nice, or was it just a specific few? So far from her experience, not all of them were nice. Audits flattened against her skull as a laugh slipped from the woman's lips. Was she laughing at her? Mismatched gaze narrowed, pale lips curling back ever so slightly. The ivory woman didn't take kindly to being made fun of. Calm, I mean no offense. It just seems that those words tend to work every time. The dark woman was calm as she spoke, obviously not offended by Yin's lack of hospitality or friendliness. Not that there was much to expect from the pale woman, given she pretty much hated everyone, except for her brother and her new friend Hansel, if she could call him that. No words were offered in response, obsidian tail lashing from side to side as she studied the woman. She had no pack scent on her, and yet she was hanging around pretty close to the Valhallan pack that her brother was considering having them join. Was she too looking to join or was this just simply where she'd decided to settle down for a bit?


I?m Imena, who might you be? The woman, who's name apparently was Imena, caught the ivory she-wolf's attention with her question, attention refocusing on the darker woman. Yin. She answered simply, not really one to delve into a length conversation.


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