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Floppy ears placed elegantly at the sides of her gently carved head perked up slightly as the other girl spoke, a smile drawing across her maw of gentle ivory color. "Thanks," she whispered, as she had no other response to a kind compliment like the one that Kenna had just given her. With a nod, she turned her attention to the other words that the cow-girl seemingly individual had spoken.
"Oh, yeah, that's him," she stated, nodding once again as she responded, amber eyes wide as she took in what surrounded the other pack member and also her larger size, clasping her hands near each other and scrunching her neck up slightly as she did most often. It was obvious that she was an incredibly bashful individual, and most of the people she meant saw this about herself. Exhaling, Mayflower continued to grip her flute as though it would keep her safe from .. nothing, as she was sure there wasn't anything to worry about lurking in the shadows just behind her turned back.
Sucking in a breath of air, as she had realized that she'd forgotten to breath in again, Mayflower blinked. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well," she continued hesitantly in her voice as soft as wool. The Australian Shepherd watched silently as Kenna sat down, now feeling much to big for the world, so she sat down as well even if Kenna was aiming to seem smaller than herself. Childishly, the humanoid dog stared ahead with some sort of twinkle in her eye. 'Course, she was sure she could trust this girl, so why not draw away some of her bashfulness in attempts to fit in a tad bit more?
"So um.. how long have you been in the pack?" she inquired, speaking somewhat louder than she had before, a soft smile still drawn across her muzzle cheerfully. Although shy, Mayflower was attempting to be more outgoing around other pack members as she was no longer a loner and she was sure that none of the persons in this place would dare hurt her or do some odd things like so. Still smiling in a joyous fashion, she patiently waited for the canine to speak again, setting her flute down on the ground beside on of her legs crossed to precisely in a somewhat comfortable sitting position, placing her hands on her oddly bony knees covered in a layer of caramel colored fur that also appeared around her beautifully hued eyes.
