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This unexpected reunion's hustle and bustle was a definite surprise. She did nothing at first, choosing to assimilate the situation presented to her along with its main components: two bulky males with strange accents, Temeraire's strong interest with one of them in particular, and a nonchalant feline treading what it should've considered a dangerous territory. Had it not been for everbody else's insouciance when it came to the cat's presence, perhaps it would not have left this meeting unscathed.
Her attention was pulled away from the potential prey by Saul's soothing voice, to which she gladly latched on to amidst this moment. At least she understood now, as both parties were introduced, who the call had been directed to. Caribbean blue irises ventured from Bran to Niernan respectively, associating both names with the faces of her newly met cousins. She did not speak immediately; choosing to confirm her closest relative's statement with a nod. The Soulstorm scion did remember Saul mentioning other kins in passing; it wasn't a clear memory, seeing as quite some time had passed since then but she did recall enough to make sense of this get-together.
Niernan took the opportunity to introduce himself personally, a polite acknowledgment that prompted his brother to do the same. Her dichotomous receivers twitched lightly, absorbing the distinct sounds of their voices- Saul had moved closer meanwhile, a gesture inspiring the would-be cult heir to move closer to him. She stopped short of touching his arm, noting the anxiety radiating from his body and not wanting to hinder his personal space. Her hand found the hem of her lilac pareo instead, choosing to absolve her own uncertainty by absent-mindedly fiddling with her makeshift dress. Lilin could only assume her pending response was the source of his insecurities, knowing she wasn't the most social wolf out of the bunch.
Her nose wrinkled at Bran's attempt to get the cat away from Saul's reach and his casual use of the word 'pet'. Had she been a bit more comfortable, she would've more than likely acknowledged its perplexing nature. But as things stood currently, it was her turn to speak and she could only provide the group with a polite introduction. ''Nice to meet you both,'' she responded, casting Saul a sideway glance before voicing her thoughts aloud. ''Will you two be staying with us for a while?''