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"I’d like that," she responded quietly. It was strange. She realized that she had never been gifted anything by anyone before now. And this gift was a great one, something priceless. The mahogany male had given her access to a whole world, and it was a strange and new thing that she had never experienced. The female wished that she could give him something in return, but she felt that she had nothing so great as these caverns. The black fae shifted a bit closer, listening to the sound of the sand as it moved against her fur. She couldn’t get over the peculiarity of the strange, green light. And then, as he added that comment, her ears pricked forward. She wondered, then, what he meant, for his response to his own words made her curious of his ambiguity. Her head tilted questioningly, but she was silent as she smiled at him and was glad that there was a simple kindness in a wolf who had joined the pack.
"Who they are?" The white orbs drifted to the ceiling as she thought. "Perhaps we should start with the leaders?" It would make a bit of sense, as the leaders were the foundation of the pack. "Well, there’s Cercelee. She’s the Rosea of the pack, and you’ll know her by her white fur and blue eyes. She’s kind and understanding. But she does not tolerate disrespect or anything that could harm the pack. She’s what one would want in a leader." And perhaps that was why the female respected the Rosea so much, why she had decided to reside permanently within Dahlia. Cwmfen could only hope to serve the white female well in return for such competence found so rarely in the world. "Then there’s Haku, our Lilium. His fur is the colour of the earth, and he too has blue eyes. Many find him to be less reputable because of his past and his demeanor." Cwmfen did not offer her own opinion of the male to Sankor, but she respected him as well. Briefly, her mind wandered to that night, and she shivered, though not unpleasantly, at the thought.
She looked up at Sankor, realizing that he may have already met his leaders. When she thought aloud, she found herself talking too much, and perhaps she was rambling now. "Who have you met, Sankor?" And she found that the use of his name was strange.
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