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Lilin Soulstorm · 10-01-2012, 10:40 PM

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Pertinent information was relayed by the giant at her side. Her receivers were perked and alert, but her inquisitive optics never left the prospective joiner. Lilin had no qualms about openly scrutinizing others; it was something she did out of habit and she often did not realize how uneasy it made strangers. The female's tail was tucked snuggly in between her hind legs, ears flat - a level of submission befitting of one seeking a home. She played an instrument, something of no particular interest to her but that alone would certainly impress someone like Bran, who found great joy in gracing his family and fellow pack mates with the soft sounds of his acoustic guitar. Fritz hadn't mentioned what kind of instrument, not that it was relevant at this particular moment in time. And so she moved on, her eyes widening with visible surprise as weapon-handling skills were revealed.

''A mace? That's impressive.'' This woman had to be well-versed, both in speed and strength, to wield such a weapon. Granted, the Virding was no expert but she'd seen enough weapons to have a solid opinion on the subject. ''It's nice to meet you, Lynx. My name's Lilin,'' she offered in reply to her courteous greeting, pairing her response with a smile. She didn't see any reason not to give this stranger a home and shelter; she was polite and obviously, she could fend for herself. ''I don't have a problem with it. What do you think, Fritz?'' she added suddenly, turning to her Hollr. She'd just gotten here; perhaps he'd picked up on something worth mentioning. Lilin was a lot less conventional than her mate when it came to dealing with newcomers. All she needed was a quick confirmation from the Great Dane, and that would be the end of it.

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