OOC- figured it was time she meet him

The girl had wandered away from home, as she often, this time heading for colder lands. She had not stopped growing, though she was still a pup, not even a year yet. Curiosity had grabbed a hold of her, and let her wander far and wide, her mother finding her more often then not and bringing her home. Paws kissed the earth, her dark form standing out against the landscape that littered with patches of snow. It was colder here, but her thick cold helped block some of it out. Nostrils quivered, taking in a foreign scent. But she recalled a similar scent when she had met Caeto. It was pack. A pack lived in the area. And she was close. The girl would not be wavered from her decision, the little shadow would press on, pools of ice taking in her surroundings. She had no idea what she would find here, who resided her. Since most of her time was spent with her mother, the girl knew next to nothing of her father and his family history. Nor did her mother, except for the basics. With bounds and leaps she would find her way closer to the pack, careful to not to cross the border. It was doubtful that she would be greeted by pups this time. Dark nose would press to the ground, inhaling the scent of pack. It didn't take long for her to grow bored, for her to want to return home, or perhaps seek out Caeto again. Her crown would lift, tail curled over her hips as she prepared to take one last look. Talk like this

So easily would the delicacy have been missed, so fragile and insignificant against the wavered snow of The Pines; her scent so meek, and so frail, lost amongst the drowning aroma of his people. But it was not unsettling, for he could sense her youth, taste the innocence beneath the buds of his tongue- and she was familiar, for the King never forgets. ?She looks to be a Princess, and yet I cannot see her crown?? the eerie voice would slide so seamlessly, gliding alongside his throat as he would emerge elegantly from the loosely placed foliage. Was she the spawn of Taurig? She showed resemblances to his own lines, and yet he was aware she was not his own. He would approach her, but he would pause, seating himself upon pallid haunches to avoid threatening the small babe.

She looks to be a princess? Eery words would turn the girls head, seeking out their owner. She did not know what they meant, or who the man was. The pale form that stalked towards her was foreign, a stranger. Cyan gems would meet those of ruby. For a moment she said nothing as he seated himself before though, still far enough away not to be as big of a threat. "Who are you?" It was not unlike her to be bold, so when the question left her jaws, she didn't even blink. Her dark crown would tilt upward, gazing at the strange man. She had never seen someone so white before. He was weird looking. Her own dark frame would remain standing, her crown tilted slightly. Surely he belonged here. He smelled like it. "Why are you so white?" She would voice one of her inner thoughts, for once trying to avoid insulting the man, he was a stranger after all, and momma wasn't around to fight him off. Her facial expression would remain fairly neutral, only the slightest bit of curiosity breaking through. Talk like this