Her brows couldn't help but furrow in confusion, gaze swapping back and forth between the individuals before her - a stern growl from Aivar before his departure and the introduction of a completely new, daunting male. Had she misunderstood what they meant?
She would huff out gently in embarrassment, ears pinning down as she'd allow her gaze to meekly examine the orange male before her, his coat akin to that of a sly fox. His build was slender - though his very presence felt as though it caused the ends of her hairs to stand on guard.
As Monaghan spoke she would nod along her head in agreement, "Greetings. I am Citlali of the Great Stag band." Her head would dip in respect and greeting, a pleasant smile gracing her features. "We pardon any intrusion, but it is like he says." She would further confirm, chest beating loudly in it's cavity out of sheer nervousness. The Saastine. It seems they have truly drawn near and found them.
She would deeply inhale, hoping to find her courage to push out a question past her lips. "I seek to find a place amongst you, to follow in your march."
