--BUGLES AND HORNS--

Maverick had been the one keeping watch on their father, for the most part, since things had come to light, and Kamala had drifted off to the side, content to keep to herself and try to sort things out. The confusion that she felt had not begun to wear off. Who did she side with in a conflict like this? Her brother, who was one of her only living relatives, or the wolf who had raised her? She loved them both dearly, and would die herself before seeing either fall, but she didn't want to cause Valkis any pain. She had no clue what she would do if push came to shove. It was achingly confusing, and that combined with the building pressure of her upcoming marriage to Gideon had left Kamala confused and quiet, keeping to herself as much as possible.



She shouldn't have been nervous about this, and yet, nervous she was. Still, when the time came for Ludicael to make its appearance, Kamala began her journey to where they would arrive, gray and red paws carrying her smoothly across the ground. She knew these lands like the pack of her paw, now, and found herself reaching the gathering a little late all the same. Perfect. She didn't want to be the first arrival.



Instead of drawing too much attention to herself, the sooty female padded up to stand a little bit to the side of her regal brother, tail curling daintily around her paws as she inclined her head in the direction of Jupiter. "Greetings," She directed her voice in the direction of Ludicael's wolves, flicking her tail slightly and pricking her ears in the direction of the other packs. For the moment, she intended to keep quiet and watch and listen, to learn about the ways of the pack that had come onto her lands.



A glance around assured her that Gideon had not yet arrived. This in and of itself did not surprise Kamala; he was not always the most punctual of wolves, to say the least. But a good majority of Seracia had already made its appearance, which surely would not reflect well upon the Grand Duchess of these lands. Ah well. It wouldn't happen again; Kamala would not allow it to happen again. She could moon and mope until the cows came home, but she wasn't about to be late again.



For the moment, however, she mostly kept quiet, oozing a few centimeters closer to her brother and taking comfort in his presence, even though he rested further away from her than she would have liked.