He hadn't done much of anything besides pick up duties he didn't want Athena doing. Of course, it was expected of him being her mate and the bevroren king. The one eyed man walked along the pines with a small sigh. Rarely did he get to relax anymore, he honestly wished he was a pup again. Ever since his mother and father left, they had a spell of peace. No threats from the other pack, and from growing up in war it was totally odd to him. Not to mention him being totally socially awkward around those who were not within the pack. Regardless he shook his head and kept walking in the snow. Fall was well in it's way, and he missed the snow. It stayed all year round, but this was good, solid snow. The kind he would play in when he was a child. That was when Irune was still here too. So many things to think about and he didn't know what to do next in his life. That was a funny thought, not knowing what to do next. ?I speak?

Trica wandered through the pack's lands, not knowing what to do. Being a new member, nobody had assigned her anything too do and her mate was busy thinking. Ugh. She wandered through the bushes before running straight into the rump of another wolf. Ricocheting backwards, Trica landed with a thump, straight on her rump. She squealed slightly, embarrassed when she smelled the Bevroren scent on him. "I- I am so sorry!!!! " she squealed out, looking down at the ground, her muzzle touching it as her silver orbs scenes the ground, too embarrassed to look up. Speech,

Vereux raised a brow at the girl, on the inside he was laughing his tail off. Yet to strangers he was bit more harsh, or even awkward. It was difficult for him to make friends this way. ?Don't apologize unless it's worth the time.? He told her, grinning slightly as he stepped closer to her. ?Running into someone isn't a need to apologize.? the one eyed man wagged his tail to and fro for a moment as he stood up straight for a moment. She was obviously a new member if he hadn't seen her yet. ?Vereux Armada, King of Bevroren and mate to Athena Armada.? The man introduced himself. He was doing things from his point of view from now on, yet only the gods knew where it would go from there. His father was no longer here to guide him any longer. ?I speak?

Trica scoffed lightly at his formal introduction and instantly felt at ease when she saw the small ghost of a smile upon his muzzle. She stood up and shook herself off, licking through her fur a couple of times before looking back into the King's eyes. She smirked when she caught his tail wagging back and forth before quickly covering her face with mock indignation. "It is not proper for a kind to laugh at another's clumsiness." the white dame stated matter-of-factly, pretending to be hurt at his amusement. Her silver orbs were alighted with amusement and joy with the king. She was glad to see he hadn't been mad at her, and even happier to see that he was even slightly amused. She had been hoping for a friendship in the pack, and this one looked like a promising start. Speech,