Dad was here. It's the only home she's ever had. She can't leave him again-- if Hen does, she's worried that she'll never see him again. Her siblings were scattered to the winds, but maybe... maybe they'd circle back here in time, too. They'd been born to the crypt, and to the crypt she remained inexplicably tied. It only seemed fair.

Taking a step back from the border and tipping her head back, Henbane calls for their alpha. It's a blind request, and fuck, she doesn't like asking for anything from anyone... but sometimes we do hard things. Sometimes we do hard things for those you love.

"Speech"

There had been plenty of exploring through the crypt already, but Delphi wanted her own mental map. If she could find someone that would draw it out for at time point, she'd be more than happy. For now, she would have to get by by wandering the hallways and dizzying corridors by herself. Managing to grab a few items she thought would be of use, her attention is quickly grabbed by an unfamiliar howl.

Now that it was her responsibility to answer these things, Delphi wasted no time. Making her way out of the crypt as quickly as she can, she practically hops up the entrance steps and toward the border. There a tall girl with bleach stained fur stands looking a tad familiar, but not quite. Maybe it was the tusks or the bright red eyes. Guess she would find out!

"Afternoon," Delphi starts, clearing her throat as she sets down her crypt finds. "I am Delphi, Curator of Hemlock. What brings you to my borders?" Her head cants to the side, posture relaxed and expression neutral as she waits.

A girl appeared, maybe even younger than Henbane herself. She wouldn't let her surprise show, she wouldn't let it slip. Instead, Hen tries her best for a smile, as the woman introduces herself. Curator? Too many languages, the context clues had to be enough. The borders smell like her, the pack must be hers. Seemed to make sense, at least as much sense as anything else.

"I'm Henbane, Deion's my dad. I don't mean t'be forward but he's gettin' old, I don't want to leave him again." The girl's words are on the awkward, side, stilted. Not a fan of asking anything of anyone, but... fuck it. If it meant not splitting up the family, then it's worth it. "Won't trouble you none, 'n I can pull my own weight." Scuffing the dirt at her paws, offering a lopsided smile to try and break up her own nerves.

She's no good with authority, but Hen is trying.

"Speech"

Delphi can tell the girl is awkward. She's unusually good at reading expressions and postures. The way others speak, act, move, it's all indicators of how they truly feel. Settling into a more relaxed position, Delphi nods and listens. Deion was indeed getting older, she knew as much as that. What she hadn't known is that he had offspring. Perhaps she should interact with the old man more often.

"We do need more bodies so having you around won't be such a waste," Delphi winks and gives Henbane a smirk, hoping the girl knows she's teasing her. "I do need to ask though. Do you plan on sticking around after he passes?" Her brow raises once more. It really was a serious question because though she'll allow the girl to stay with her father until he greets Odin, she doesn't want her disappearing as soon as they've said their good byes either.

Hen does what she can to mirror the girl's relaxed posture. At least Delphi doesn't seem to reject her presence, doesn't rebuke her request. The joke comes with a smirk, and a rakish grin from Hen in return. Maybe she'd have a good time here, after all. Maybe. Wishful thinking has bitten her in the ass before, and the girl isn't eager to make the same mistakes twice.

The more serious question is met with a sigh, a little sadness hanging in her tone, too. "Didn't think that far ahead, honestly." Honesty is the best policy, right? "Not much of a planner, but I won't leave you high and dry. I was born in that Crypt, it's the only home I've ever known." No bitterness, only the far-away look of a young girl who's still... well, fuck, a young girl.

"Speech"

”Good thing my pack seems attached to it,” Delphi jokes, a laugh on her lips as she then lets out a relieved sigh. “Apologies. No one really warned me leading a pack would be so stressful, but here I am,” another laugh, but this time it’s shaky. Her clearly put together veil threatening to fall in front of the girl she’s just met and barely knows.

Taking a deep breath, Delphi puts her leader mask back on and gives Henbane a smile. “So, Henbane, what’re your interests? I’m trying to inspire the pack to really dive into what they like,” she attempts another smile, but its once more shaky at best.