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Lilin acquiesced with a nod, mutely confirming the golden femme’s assumptions pertaining to Vinatta’s new status. Naturally, her interlocutor couldn’t have known about her pack’s recent land claim and occupation until now. It had been made official less than a day prior. She could not pinpoint which pack this woman belonged to either; her olfactory senses could not depict the faintest trace of familiarity. Such a thing wasn’t surprising though, seeing as the Soulstorm heir hadn’t mingled with many leaders since her arrival in the maritimes- or if she had, it had been unknowingly. Small talk and negotiations had never been her forte, unfortunately. Everything she knew about civility and good manners, she’d learned within the short span of six months, if not less. It was generally forced in situations like this; an acquired graciousness she strived to ameliorate with time.
“Hello Amy,” she responded, accepting the trader’s open invitation by giving her hand a shake. The Virding’s shoulders were stiff with wariness; her deltoid muscle tense and pulling at the nerves in her neck. “I’m Lilin Soulstorm. You’ve stumbled upon Vinátta pack lands. ” Mediterranean irises lingered on the smile adorning the trader’s face as her own introduction was vocalized, Lilin's voice gentle with dubious composure. Tension was temporarily set aside when the familiar barreling of her two massive cousins was broadcasted by the sound of branches and twigs snapping under their impressive weight. It felt as though the very ground shook under her feet. It was amazing how their sizes and overall gaucherie in no way hindered their sense of duty. Until this day, she had not fully understood the driving force behind the Stormbringer males. They had been born with strife in their blood.
She turned her head just in time to see her two relatives come to a screeching halt; sporting colossal forms that near towered over her lithe figure. Her surprise was hardly concealed when their radiating energy emanated caution and tamed hostility. At that moment, Lilin felt and understood the power of a family’s unconditional love and affection. The emotional load that came with this newfound awareness caused her words to helplessly linger in the back of her throat while she regained her bearings. “I'm sorry. These two beasts are my cousins- Niernan and Bran Stormbringer,” she declared proudly before turning back to the merchant, seemingly less uptight now that she was accompanied. “Is there anything we can help you with, Amy?”