The small femme had an energetic personality indeed. The mocha cloaked femme would raise her head and watch the female as she would plop down on her haunches, cocking her head. "It is nice to meet a wolf of my own family, since coming here alone is difficult, and you are unsure if anyone else survived." Mismatched gaze would shift to look right into the femme's own, as another question would pour from her lips. Who, exactly, are your parents? The femme simply replied in a nod then spoke, lyrics pouring from her inky lips.
"Lyric Destruction and Darilnor. They stayed in our homeland and are currently leading the pack. Perhaps more children will come, perhaps not. You are never sure until it happens, eh?" The creamy damsel gave a small chuckle to herself, then looking back up at the brown femme. "Who might be your parents, Myth?" Her plush tail would thump gently and slowly on the grasses, only making crunching noises against the dry leaves of Autumn.
