((Sorry for my slowness, is Seven in camp?))
Yamaeia
The she-wolf nodded. "I'll keep that in mind." She murmured, though she was aware Rafe was not just talking to her it seemed proper to reply to him individually. "Thanks for giving me a heads up." Yamaeia dipped her head in respect, before retreating to the back of the ground. Yamae groomed some of the flecks of mud from her forelegs, for whilst appearence wasn't the most important thing in her life the fae saw no reason not to keep her coat clean when she had the chance. She had scarred pads- they'd been the last part of her to mature, and had remained tender long after her personality had become hardened. She kept a thoughtful watch on the pack, not listening to conversation but prepared to give her full attention if somewolf saide something of importance.




