Tragedy of Perfection

Regulus had taken a back seat to her, and she was well aware that he was watching to learn from her. Her eyes didn't stray to him however, intent upon the two wolves before them. Dagger and Acapella. Son and Daughter of Caerul. She'd been right. Did that mean more would come to Celestial? A warm smile spread further across her jaws, her tail flowing through the air in an elegant wag. It was good to hear that the family was still alive, even if they weren't present save for these two.

"Is iontach bualadh libh beirt, Dagger, Acapella. An bhfuil tú anseo isteach, nó a thabhairt ar nuacht an teaghlaigh?" She switched easily to the Old Tongue, the syllables rolling and lilting over her tongue with a long practiced grace. While the Common tongue had been just as solidly taught, the Old Tongue held a special place in her heart. It was one thing that linked her to her mother.

Her mismatched eyes studied both wolves, taking in their builds, mentally deciding what they might be best for in the pack. Dagger was a yearling, he would be an Apprentice by default, but his size and build screamed fighter to her. Acapella was smaller, leaner. Her build was that of a runner, a hunter. And it brought a small spark of hope that their single hunter would have a partner soon.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think