Large ears twitched in response to the sound of an approaching canine, but the gypsy hybrid did not turn until she was spoken to, patting the soil around the base of the plants before she focused on Draugr. She'd had little interaction with those in the pack up until recently, but she knew Draugr from having been scouting with her during the recent conflict. She smiled tentatively, unsure of her standing with her pack mates. Still, the darker hybrid did not seem bothered by her presence in the garden.
"Foxgloves," she said, smiling to herself when she realized how that would look. "I was going to look for magnolias next, and maybe poppies." She did not know how well-known her relation to Maggie was, and surely no one here knew of their last sister, but maybe Draugr would put it together from that. If not, hopefully she would not think that the blonde Associate was strange for planting flowers of her own namesake in the pack's garden.
"How are you?" she asked, not wanting an awkward quiet to descend. The Monroe girl was hesitant to open conversation, if only because she feared that the dark and secretive pack would finally come to know how out of place she was here.
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