Her howl would summon her Monarch and Mentor, calling for the woman whom she had paired with just seconds after their first meeting. Their pack was growing, but not only that, some were failing in activity and their duties. it was sickening. That's why she had to speak to the woman, to inform her she would be leaving a bit, traveling to lands outside of Alacritia to where she heard rumors of wolves carrying her last name, possibly some family, possibly some additions to Arcanum.

Call over, the girl would sit back on her haunches, curling laying over her paws. Waiting.


"normal.
talk.
think.
you"

The call had her crown lifting and the woman exiting her den. Her Duchess was calling, and it must have been important. Silver stilts carried her straight to the girl, arriving in a few minutes. "Narfi." She greeted the woman, her silver crown tipping to the side, curious to the reason for this meeting. "I hope everything is well?" The woman remained standing for a moment before reclining onto her haunches. The Queen had given birth and was now ready to come back with a vengeance. Her pack was slacking and she was not happy about it. They were all in for a nasty surprise if they failed her again. Coral pools rested easily on the dark woman, waiting for the verdict. She had no idea that the girl would be leaving, meaning that yet another key wolf was disappearing from her ranks, the woman was still pissed about Basilisk.

As usual the woman was fast, despite recently giving birth (I assume the pack would know by now?). A dip of her head was given to the Alphess, Narfi's mask and body not exactly giving off a happy mood nor negative, just nuetral. She asked the Duchess if everything was fine, and she ave a nod of her head, everything was fine despite lack in activity, her little leg injury had healed. "I know activity isn't the best right now, but I've heard some rumors about some wolves outside these lands with similar last name and pelt patterns to mine." She began, leading into what she would ask, well, more so do to help the pack. "They seemed to have formed a small pack, and I wanted to see if it was okay for me to seek them out and bring them to Arcanum to raise our numbers and activity." Possible family, and from the little she heard, they weren't wimps or slackers.


"normal.
talk.
think.
you"

The Duchess would greet her, nodding to signal that all was well. Immediately she would jump into the reasoning for her call. The Queen listened carefully, happy to not have to beat around the bush. However, her Duchess wanted to leave. For a moment the Queen said nothing. The girl wanted to leave to follow a rumor, a rumor that held the possibility of family. "Very well. You may go, I do hope you return." She spoke honestly, knowing the lure of family could keep the girl away forever. But the Queen would not fret, when one left, more filtered in. Her pack was ever changing. And now that she held a steady alliance with Covari, the woman wasn't concerned. She was rise, assuming this the entirety of the meeting. "Good luck to you." There was no reason for her linger. -exit unless stopped-

"Thank you." She dipped her head once again to the woman approving the trip. Narfi would try not to stay there too long, go in, meet the wolves, talk to them about Arcanum then bring them over. With the Monarch rising to leave, so would the yearling, lifting herself from the ground and only turning away once Cataleya did. With this done she would turn and jog off into the distance, heading towards the west.

-exit-


"normal.
talk.
think.
you"