To Seek The Pale Enchanted Gold

The wolf gave her name and Pitch smiled and nodded. The woman's long, midnight tail curled around her hip, stretching up to one shoulder. She noted just how tense and uncomfortable the other wolf acted. The dark woman kept her posture relaxed and somewhat sleepy. A yawn even pulled from her, showing just how comfortable she was. Pitch rarely became anxious about anything. She was a down to earth, easy going woman. Hopefully her aura would transfer to Gloom.

Gloom answered the question after a moment, stating that she was from a pack nearish where she'd been from birth. The dark woman nodded "I'm from a land faaaar away from here," the woman admitted in smooth, accented tones. "I've come here looking for new opportunities. Would you recommend the pack that you're a part of? What are they all about?" The dark fae then gave her head a little tilt. "Why are you leaving your pack?" She'd caught the 'for now' hint.
"Pitch"