Welcome to the club

Iris returned the other woman's smile as she seemed to relax at least a bit once she heard that she was also a servant. Her brows lifted with surprise as Idalia explained that she was Briar's handmaiden and was curious as to how the young woman had acquired a handmaiden for herself, but she didn't ask just yet. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Idalia. I'm Iris," she said in response instead. She supposed it didn't really matter how Mortis' sister received a servant. She was the daughter of the Queen and Warlord after all and from what she had heard was in a relationship with Artorias who was set to take over one of the other packs so she would be Queen herself one day. There was quite a lot of information to be had if one was quiet and listened well.

She couldn't help but grin and chuckle when Idalia questioned her about their leaders, knowing immediately what she meant when she called him strange and peculiar in their ideas on certain things. Clearly Idalia had been brought up in a similar situation as herself where their masters were not nearly as kind or considerate to their property as the wolves here were and that change of pace certainly came with a bit of whiplash. "Yes, they certainly are an interesting bunch," she agreed. "It does take some getting used to, but you really can trust them it seems. I've been here for a little while now and none of them have so much as raised their voice at me. It's quite an interesting thing."

"Iris"