Every Little Thing She Does

Shiba turned down her offer politely and the dark woman gave a light shrug, a smile still on her face. If she wasn't ready to join a pack, then she wasn't ready. No big deal. Io wiggled a little, getting comfortable and leaning against the older wolf. This made her happy. Girl time was a nice thing and something that she was in sore need of. There was Zee, of course, but the woman was busy. Not only that, Iolaire didn't see her as the kind to let loose. It was a pity. Io was a fun drunk.

Ears perked as Rhythm questioned Shiba. What exactly was she after? Family, it seemed. Understandable. Family was an important thing. After taking another sip of mead, the little woman asked, "What's your surname? As Ambassador, I come across many wolves from all over the land. Perhaps I could point you in a direction."