All You who are Weary and Heavy Laden

The howl that summoned her was her own father's, and without a complaint, Kamala slipped off to find its source. There, she joined the Kingdom of Seracia, emerald gaze dancing around to take it all in. Segar and Ghost sat together; Maverick sat beside her father. Padding forward carefully, Kamala claimed her slightly belated spot a few feet to the side of Maverick and her father, but near the leaders of her Kingdom all the same. After all, she was almost a part of them. Sort of. The future wife of Gideon, she was the Grand Duchess of their Kingdom. Some of those titles made sense. Others didn't. She still wasn't sure how to react, how to feel. But if it helped the wolf that had given her life, then she would do it.



The female sat quietly as her father spoke, tail flicking a little at the mention of her brother. It was interesting that his engagement was pack news, and yet hers was not. What was the difference? Was it simply that the wolves of his pack would find out soon enough about Kamala and Gideon? Or something else all together? Ears twitching a little, the female resolved to ask that later, perhaps, curling her tail slightly as she listened to the comforting words of her proud brown father. Despite the solemn nature of his speech, it still reminded her of her puphood, when he had soothed burns and an aching heart with those same words. Adette had played a part as well, of course, a huge part, and the thought made her heart ache.



As Gerhardt wrapped up his speech, Kamala rose to her paws, padding towards her father, only to come to a stop as Valkis approached the male as well. She waited for a moment to give them a semblance of privacy, half opening her maw to call for her crimson brother before sighing, watching him retreat and flattening her ears against her skull in a moment of sadness. "Father," she dipped her head respectfully as she approached the male, "Maverick." She greeted the two, leaning forward to nudge Maverick's cheek slightly, "Congratulations on your engagement, Mav." Kamala grinned a little as she turned her gaze towards her father, "What is Ludicael like, Father?" This question was why she had approached the two. She wanted to know; indeed, she ought to know, as the Grand Duchess of Seracia, this was something that she should know.