Don't Slip

Melisande read her with intuitive eyes, scanning the other's face as they frowned briefly. Melisande's ears flattened slightly. "what's the matter?" and just as quickly, Melisande's attention shifted to the mention of a pack she never head of before. Raiders? "Pirates?" she inquired with a slightly concerned voice, wondering about their nature. to know of such a band made her feel uneasy. "Surely they were pleasant?"

Melisande then seated herself, her mood lifting when Morwenna mentioned visiting later and setting up a trade. how helpful! her scut thumped against the ground, her smile plastering softly on her features. "Ah, yes of course! Let us be friends, dearest Morwenna."