It was more of her own decision rather out of fear this time. Sarka wasn't entirely perfect, she knew that like she knew about her inferiority complex. She couldn't hunt very well, she definitely couldn't fight, and she knew nothing of herbs either. She could fit into small spaces maybe, but that was the only thing she found herself useful for. Of course she had met that scary green lady who was smaller than her, but Sarka was brittle. Her bones were weak, all because of the stress her mother went through when she was pregnant. Her white tail fluttered behind her as she blinked at the borders. What did it mean to be part of a pack? She was afraid of crowds, more than two wolves was even pushing it for her. Though it didn't mean she wasn't willing to try, she was weak she knew that. But Roman had felt like more of her family than anyone could have in her life for the most part. It wasn't like she could be a burden on her brothers, they were old enough to be on their own now. And her father, she was scared of him despite him being her father. She lowered her icy eyes before raising her voice. A long howl, beautiful, serene, a voice like no other because the rest of her was mainly silent savor for a few words saved for those she felt comfortable around.  ?I speak?

 

 
 

A lone howl pierced the air, rousing her from her thoughts. Roman's head jerked slightly, her lids fluttering over her dry eyes from where she'd been staring blankly into the forest. She let out a deep breath that she didn't know that she'd been holding and stood slowly, shaking herself to wake up her muscles. Of course, since she was the size of a small whale, her whole world shook while she did so. As she slowly righted herself, she turned towards the direction of the howl, groaning slightly as she stepped out, a dull aching pain shooting through her body. She trudged towards the sound, noting it to be a voice she didn't recognize- and as she drew near, her brow furrowed in confusion over her violet eyes. She recognized that scent though.  She sped up, her belly wobbling as she moved and as she emerged from the fog that shrouded the pines, she got visual conformation of the scent she'd found. Sarka had grown since Roman had last seen her and Roman wondered what had brought the girl back to her borders. She approached slowly, but with a soft smile. "Sarka." She spoke, then paused. "It's lovely to see you again." Her tone was almost a coo- soft, as she sank rather heavily to her haunches and stared at the girl. What had brought her here? Was she speaking yet?  Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

Her eyes moved to the alpha, why was she so fat? If it was one thing she did not know about, it was how pups came to be. Sarka barely knew anything about the world, and in fact the only other pups she had been in contact with was her brothers. Her tail flickering behind her, she decided not to question it. Sarka's eyes darting off to the side for a moment. She was going to be forced to speak wasn't she. It wasn't that she minded it so much, maybe only a tad bit. She hated being a burden, making her ears rest on the back of her skull like she usually did. It was hard to get her point across to some wolves despite how clearly she thought she explained things with her actions. She looked at Roman, giving a sheepish smile.  "...I'd.....like to join regium." underneath Roman was the only place she had felt like she was home. Her white tail came to rest underneath her, she couldn't be this nervous it would only look bad on herself. The crystal eyed girl looked up at her, trying to steady her breathing. Despite being a year old, she didn't feel any older. Not at all. She only hoped she could have the chance to learn something. Maybe she could be used to listen, sneak into places and gather information.  "I speak"