Flair. Micaden. Addison. Chan. Finley. Atara. Ryder. Marigold. Colette. As he named them all off, she noted the different dynamics. His co-lead was not his wife, which was strange to her but if that was what Paradise had decreed then she was not one to argue with stranger social dynamics. His wife also had a son who was apparently not his own. That was strange to her as well, used to being surrounded by wolves who mated for life and never strayed, at least not knowingly.
Still, it was not her place to pass judgement. She was the one to be judged in the coming weeks. “I am certain I will meet them all and they will be wonderful.” She stated, her tail wagging back and forth as she considered it all, a gleam in her eyes as she said it. “Thank you. I will not let you or anyone else here down.” She was already formulating her plan to salvation, a plan to prove herself so she might continue to stay rather than be cast out to the fires of hell.