lions and tigers but mostly bears!

She lets Keahi do her custom. Participates in it too. Wren tries to breathe, subconscious of her breath smelling like a polar bear at the moment. When the tradition is done, she is both in awe and amused. "What's that called in your native tongue?" she asked the other woman, aware Keahi actually had a different language "and... what's your homeland like?" She suddenly was buzzing with questions, and it only dimmed when the other wolf continued.

She was happy for Wren. The brunette grinned sheepishly. "I'll be back in Armada if I fail" she told Keahi with amusement "but consider the border open to you" As she said, she didn't want her wolves to be hurt over potential misunderstandings. Borders were loose, especially to allies "you'll be listening to me bitch a lot, I think" Another joke as they moved further along the woodlands "never ran a pack on my own. I bet I'll make a lot of mistakes."

"Speech"