Just to Malachi, having someone to converse with meant she didn't have to spend the day wandering alone. It never occurred to her, in her wolf state-of-mind, that all others were apprehensive being around her, let alone even speaking to her. Mala knew her place though, she learned that early on in her youth. Even strangers she had to be careful around, but recently she welcomed most any companion.
The creature shifted her weight from paw to paw as she saw the other begin to stand. Her honey-colored eyes couldn't help but widen as she saw how tall he was.. the only one she remembered just as tall was the elder of her former tribe. But this wasn't the time to show fear, not when this other seemed so sure to be in her presence. Her rounded ears swiveled as Mala listened intently on the Luperci's words. '...it is only scary if you make it so.' That much was true, and she nodded in agreement as her necklace click-clacked together with the movement.
"It matters to me. My pack always stuck together," she informed kindly, keeping an eye on the male as she looked to observe the instrument he was holding. Excitement sparkled in her eyes, just then. "You're a ketu'muet?" Malachi asked with curiosity, pronouncing the native word for one who plays an instrument, more interested in the music than the fact that the male might not have understood the word.
