Ranyin just stared at the other girl, the answer felt so obvious that she wasn't sure how to give it. Her eyes flickering back toward the den and ears drawing forward at the muffled sounds before flattening again. Because Haoran's in there, she answered, thinking that should explain everything.

Her claws picked absently at the dirt between them, she didn't care about watching puppies be born. Truthfully, she wasn't even sure she wanted to see them at all. It was Haoran she wanted, and there was something particularly irritating about this stranger seeming so indifferent when Ran couldn't stop thinking about him being in there with everyone else.

Haoran — he brought me here. I belong with him, there was a stubbornness to her words. Those puppies don't even know him, they haven't done anything to deserve him not that she had known him terribly long, but longer than them. As if affection were something that had to be earned, and being there first meant she had some greater claim to him.

Ranyin looked the girl over again, increasingly curious despite herself. She carried herself strangely, Who are you, anyway? she asked, head canting slightly. She hadn't offered her own name, apparently seeing no problem with that.

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