Misha huffs once more at the boy who had requested they settle down before looking back at the collecting group. "Snow? I like Wolfie better, but it's real nice to-" She pauses, someone was messing with something they shouldn't... As Drake touched the tail, it would flinch, feigning surprise and turning so that the very tip could face him, as if it were staring intently at his person. Very gently - if he remained standing - it would pat his cheek, the metal incredibly cold on the skin.

"No touchy, don't you know it's rude? You always have to ask before you touch, buck-o!" Misha glances over her shoulder, though rather than looking upset, she looked more amused than anything. The young girl would grasp her tail, holding it close to her form as if it were an infant. "It's a secret, too - so [b]SHHHH[/b]!" As an added bonus, she stuck her tongue out at Drake, then turned back.

As the second wolf faunus approached, she suddenly felt very pleased with how this group was growing. "Oh neat! Uh, I wasn't talking about you, but I could be now!" She chimes to Fenrir, "[i]You[/i] my good man, have joined the best chat in your life."

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