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The girl gave a delighted chuckle as the woman played along, her eyes alight with humor. "Only if you will have me as so, Queen." She said, taking a mock bow as she kicked up a bit of snow that rested below her. When the dame asked for her name, she realized that they really didn't know anything about each other. "Mercy, and yours, Queenie?" She asked, folding herself quickly to her rump. She was bored with Dione being all off and pregnant, and still rather upset with the vibrate green woman. Letting out a small huff, her eyes left the violet tinted one to look across the pack lands. She was growing bored, there was no one to train her. Dione locked herself up cause she didn't want to be fat in public, meaning that she was stuck all by herself. What a bore. She wanted to do well, to actually make a name for herself. She didn't want to be known as the one who ran away from home, but as the girl who could fight off any attacker.

Sighing, she kicked her hips to the left and flopped down on her side. Massive head looked up at the darker woman, purple eyes exploring her face. "What do you do around here for fun?" Mercy was quite new to this whole pack life, she wasn't exactly sure what it was that she was supposed to do. Did she need to go out and hunt? Should she just start asking random people to spar with her? It was all unknown, which was rather frustrating to the young girl. Letting out another sigh, she shifted once again until she was laying on her back, face almost pressed right into the powder as she tried to look at the woman still.