know your place

The stranger stated his surprise that his pack hadn't caught wind of her inhabitance thus far and Shalla couldn't help but to agree. Merely going off of his demeanor Shalla could infer he ran a tight ship. Most domineering males did not like anyone too close to their property, especially an Alpha. She was just glad he didn't seem to upset, but the babe did notice he hadn't really acknowledged her apology. Perhaps she was just being overly skeptical, but what more could you ask of a tiny fae in a room with three massive predators.

Yellow eyes watched the Leopard carefully as it moved her way. A purr vibrated into the air as her head tilted to the side. Was the Feline offering to lay with her? Shalla did notice her pelt was already mostly dry and assumed the large creature could offer a delightful warmth. Skepticism seemed to vanish as she nodded gently, "Thank you." Her tone was sweet for the first time as her true colors slipped out. She'd been harsh having been caught off guard by the trio. Shalla was a gentle, kind, soul but when trespassed upon those traits were clearly masked by those of defense.

Shalla would lean into the warmth of that luxurious pelt and nearly emit a purr of her own. Her features seemed to soften slightly as her bones lost that dreadful chill. Her attention was swept back towards the Wolf as he questioned her, where did she plan to go?. Shalla offered a little shrug, "I do not know to be honest with you." A pause. "Usually I just wander until I find someplace safe and quiet." The babe let forth a small laugh, "Obviously this was not a good choice." She eyed him over for a long moment before speaking, "Have you always been in your pack?" He looked like a man of the North, it suited him. But, was that always the story?