Dancing Ripples

While Miksa was surprised by her offer, Surreal was unsurprised by his surprise. She grinned at the young male as he thanked her rising and turning, offering to walk with him as she listened to his answer regarding his finds on a possible den. Her eyes cast around the surroundings as he remarked on their quiet nature, and a smile crossed her maw. "It is. Part of it is that this isn't the base territory." Her eyes returned to him.

"I've noticed your strong presence on the borders. I'm quite pleased with that. Do keep it up. We need dedicated members willing to leave a strong impression that there are active numbers here who will fight back at opposition of our borders." It might be, in the future, that she, or Regulus, would end up being challenged. Perhaps by the time a challenge ever came, she would be retired, and Regulus, stronger, younger, would meet the foe in battle to defend his pack. But no matter. Miksa's dedication showed in his common patrolling, and she knew he'd be a good fighter with practice.

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