As they walked, Deucalion seemed to don a new persona. He kept a small smile and nodded to those who bowed to him. When he introduced Allison, they'd bow again, offering her something to eat or drink, or maybe a trinket from their home. She tried to gracefully decline, but not having had any friends before coming here was catching up to her. Other than in a business manner, she didn't really know how to interact with these people.
Looking around her, Allison realized that Deucalion wasn't the only one who needed someone to breathe life back into them.
Allison was surprisingly skittish around the pack. Deucalion watched her while she shook hands with wolves, but looked shocked when the males would bow over her hand and kiss her skin. Some of the younger single males would keep their mouth
