Character Name: X'yrin Exultare
Character Age: 3.5 years
Character Gender: Female
Preferred Specialized Rank: Kenpo | Konrei
OOC Name: Zyn
Other Characters Played: (Zynex)
OOC Second Form of Contact: Aim
Character Alignment: (optional)---
To think, this entire time she had been conversing with an individual much like herself; a protector of Ichika. She didn't know why she hadn't asked before... most likely because she hadn't anticipated this conversation taking the route that it did. Complaining by no means, she was pleased with how this exchange turned out. She was given a brief look into the structure of a pack and had hopefully made an ally. X'yrin would have liked to have met all the Ichikan defenders and gauged their differences herself; but thought better of it once her excitement died down gradually and allowed her to think. The Ryu might have been receptive even patient with her and her questions, but it was doubtful she would beckon others for the sake of showing them off. They were perhaps different than the Nomads in that regard. Which was all well and fine with her. But, she would have liked to meet them...
Another time. Nayru's suggestion raised the female's head, her brows peaking again. That would have been possible perhaps if the Exultare intended to stay around the area. By chance she could run into them just as she came across the kind lady. But again, an offer was extended, this time sounding much more appealing now that she had a chance to learn of the pack residing just behind stone and floral border. For a while... perhaps. It was not uncommon for the Nomads to play guests to their familiar's territory. This would be no different, save for the multitudes of cultured wolves would be reduced to a single individual. It couldn't hurt...
X'yrin exhaled soundly, her staggering form again realigning itself to take to all fours again. Fine appendages melded to heavy fore and hind paws again, her body regaining is bulked form though her shaggy mane was kept. Returning to her preferred Secui form, she felt more comfortable, more ready to receive what lied beyond the border provided her accepting the offer was unconditional. Returning to gesture, she looked to the Jiryu for certainty, her brows knitting at the crown. Was she really to be a guest of this place? She extended a paw toward the lead with the pads facing upward; an offer for permission and for the female to take lead. "I can meet with the others?" Would they even allow it?