All terrain paws

Life in Hemlock was... strange. Fuck, pack life was strange. Henbane isn't familiar with the day to day workings, isn't used to everyone being so close together all the time. Maybe that's why she's still so prone to wandering, so prone to pulling herself away from the rest. Going out hunting or exploring, looking for trouble, looking for... space.

A call hearkens her back, though. The foreign girl, the one from the Hallows, that had come up to help them. Sure she'd heard rumblings, but Henbane hasn't actually seen her yet. Coming across the snowy Steppe, her head high, she answers the call for a lesson. Hen wouldn't turn down learning something new, why should she? The cryptborn tries to rearrange her expression into something friendly as she draws closer.

Sorry about the resting bitch face. Really, she's happy to be here.

"Speech"