Caecis couldn't help but smile and laugh lightly at the young wolf. She still kept her distance from the stranger, but some invisible force pulled her to the fae. She liked her energy, her purity that seemed to radiate from her simple actions. Perhaps it would be a good idea to keep such a wolf around. Someone to lighten the mood, to bring a smile to the darkness that seemed to permeate the still air that gathered around Soran and occasionally traveled to Caecis herself.
"Well why not, Lakya" she woofed, her tail wavering slightly, "It would be nice to have a wolf such as you to add to the ranks of Lingua Veritatis." With that it seemed Lakya was already enveloped in the folds of the pack, accepted by one of the few and one of the more important members of the lands. Slowly, she stepped forward, her paws squelching in the thick mud that coated the ground to reach out her muzzle to the cream wolf. "Welcome."