Nodding along as her husband spoke, her tail waved happily behind her. Listening to him talk about magick and the spirits of the land was always so inspiring. She adored her druid-witch husband and all that he had introduced her to.

Kirain had to force herself back into the present, however, as she was reminded of Lykaon's presence.

Flushing beneath her alabaster fur, she focused on leading them toward the dens.

Do you have a preference for where you'd like to stay? We have some dens closer to the central part of the Goldenwood and others nearer the edges. It really depends on how much interaction you're looking to have with the rest of the pack!

A bright smile spread across her face.

We're all very friendly here in the Circle, so don't fret about that.

As she spoke, their pace slowed until they came to a stop beside one of the more central dens. It was fully prepared and ready to be occupied should the hunter find it acceptable.

I would offer you a pelt, but...

Glancing around at the supplies they all carried, she couldn't help the laughter that spilled free from her lips.

I have a feeling you're quite well stocked already.