She smiled as the woman showed respect by bowing her head, not fully meeting the alpha's eyes - a rare sight now, as some canines were more arrogant than others, and she always appreciated the extra respect given. So Kenna was this woman's name - and Dust the horse's. She relaxed, allowing Kenna to do the same; she enjoyed respect, but did not overly demand it.
Kenna continued in her southern drawl, ultimately asking to join the pack. Skye considered for a moment - when she was younger, less experienced, she would never have hesitated, but now she knew more, had seen more. Even a puppy could be, eventually, a danger to the pack, and this she had learned the hard way; Kenna, however, seemed an honest and kindred spirit, someone who had walked the walk of life and had become a respectable person.
"We are always welcome to another member of the family, Kenna," Skye said warmly. "What is it you can offer to us?"
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