A small chortle would elicit from inky lips as the medic would slowly turn her body on a 180? axis to face the chocolate-coated sister in the enterance, and she would playfully swat her paws out at her face. "It'd be nice if you'd let me out of my own den." A giggle would follow her verse as she wriggled from her den, her pelt and figure now enveloped fully by sunlight, mismatched gems dodging between the partitions of light between the shadows of leaves from the forest opposite her den from the backside. She would reset her composure, struggling to allow her bodice to fall into a respectful position, instead morphing into a relaxed and lazy stature. "It?s good to see you too Harmony.It?s so weird seeing the three of you here, running a pack all on your own!" A coy smile would spread upon inky lips as she playfully thumped her tail, tossing her head back in a dramatic gesture. "Well, when Bass began Abaven, our grandparents ruled over Ludicael at the time and aided us in beginning. A large number of the healers -- our cousins -- from the Ludicaelian lands aided in my training, because I was a mere rookie in the art, but I've become an expert and I have been given the rank of Tagavor -- otherwise known as the lead healer. We kind of owe the pack's sucess to many of our members as well. They preform their duties and actively train, especially my appre?" Just in the midst of her lyrics a thought would come to mind as she would cease speech, mismatched gems looking to her chocolate-coated sister. "I'm so rude, why don't you tell me how you found us? Do you plan to join Abaven?" It was only mannerisms to allow a guest to talk about themself first, and she was so very curious about why Rhythm found Abaven in the first place without meeting any of the resident Destructions or their allies.
