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[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]Despite herself, Ophelia felt legitimately excited to have found a place to stay, even if it appeared to be quite dreary in its surroundings. Her paws carried her along the more dry spots she could find, trying her best to keep from getting herself too covered in muck. She wasn't someone who dealt well with looking disheveled, always wanting to be pristine and presentable to those around her. It just wouldn't do to make bad impressions, nor would it do if she wasn't taken seriously because of her appearance. So, yes, she took careful, broad steps, keeping as steady as she always was.

Her gaze flicked toward Aya, who had offered to give her a tour. She hadn't really formed a solid opinion of the other cat, yet, but she definitely wasn't bothered by her. If anything, she seemed entertaining to be around.

"What is the best place in the territory, in your opinion?" she found herself asking, actually genuinely interested in the answer. There had to be someplace relatively nice somewhere, and she'd be delighted to see it. She just hoped that Aya liked calm, relaxing spaces as much as she did. She couldn't really see herself loving forests of fire and ash or anything like that, and she hoped that wasn't the kind of attraction they had hidden here. "Or the best place to hunt." Yes, hunting would also be more up to her speed.