More canines arrived, most unfamiliar to her studious gaze, though she paid them no heed. She merely observed them as they seated themselves around the soon-to-be alpha, examining their facial features and overall appearance. But that was it. However, there were two wolves in particular that took her interest. She almost couldn't identify her brother's scent, which had once carried the thick, underlying musk of Borealis. Now it had faded away. She wasn't aware of his presence until her prying eyes caught a glimpse of a slinking ebony figure, lurking like a shadow behind her. He said nothing, nor did he make any further moves. The same applied to her sister, who she assumed had to have followed their brother. She offered them a small smile, though that was it. She wanted to run up to them, smother them in kisses and wag her tail excitedly, exhilarated over the fact a few of the broken pieces of her family remained. With their lack of a familial bond, she couldn't do that.
Momentarily, Rivaxorus' voice rang across the crowd, resulting in a hushed silence. From that moment on, he was their alpha, her alpha. Myriad was born. Seated still with her spine straight and head held high, she listened to his words, trying to remain in a regal position. She was the queen, after all, and she had to act like one. She was second in command, and those words with the heavy responsibility weighed her confidence down. Dread boiled in her stomach. Oh my, second in command. That sounded important, too important for her liking. She had always wanted to be the backbench of the pack, perhaps a head fighter, but nothing more than that. Would she even make a good queen?
When it came for her to be introduced, the Adravendi addressed her as his "mate". Woah woah woah. Hold it, mate? Scarlet eyes narrowed in confusion and green-tipped ears perked. What had he said? Had she misheard? Were they mates now, without even asking for her approval? Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Great, now everyone would think they're mates, especially her brother and sister, when she wasn't entirely ready for a mate yet. Why couldn't he have used a more suitable word? "As queen, I'll serve Myriad and its people well," she ensured with a dip of her head, trying to hide her earlier surprise. Her gaze flickered back to Riv as he continued on to explain the rules and ranks, asking what each member wished to be. She only nodded, hoping she would be able to speak with him in private after the meeting.
"Speech"
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