It's Hard To Dance With The Devil On Your Faith

{OOC: What are you planning for these two, friendship, a relationship, maybe even love, perhaps?}
She did enjoy pack life, for there was the great feeling of acceptance and how you were needed with something to keep a band of wolves together. A chain reaction. But, many times- she felt as she were wasting away her pack life, as she could mean something much more in a different pack, or a higher ranking.
She had no trouble being a loner, for she made it on her own just fine. Sometimes she had made it better on herself than some days in the pack. But, in a family like Tortuga, she knew that they would protect her, because when she was a loner she was vulnerable, not a fighter either- so that was how she ended up getting hurt by her old mate. In Tortuga, she had that sense of protection, and with the pups coming later on in the pack, Misha knew that she would have to stay and care for them- because that is what she had promised Qanik. And, it was her duty of course- everyone's duty to care for pups. Especially offspring of the Queen.
"Yes, pack life is decent.." She would pause at his second set of words. "I assume you have plenty of friends there." Misha would huff a sigh, looking at her paws. Sure, she was a friend in them, even risking her life for the pack- but Misha wasn't sure of how they felt towards her. She wasn't sure if they would risk their life for her as she would for them. She would look up at the male, opening her maw. "I'm not sure, I suppose I am.." She would trail off, honesty in her words. "What about you, casanova, I bet you have ladies just trailing behind you," she would say with a flirtatious purr, giggling softly as she looked at him, sapphire blue orbs reflecting the stars.