Communication Lost

The French woman would sigh heavily at the Alpha's call as the last time she had answered it seemed she had walked into a hell she couldn't and might not ever understand. Granted she had a few English words on her side, but that wasn't enough...not even close to being enough. She had to pick herself up off the ground and drag herself out of her den to go to him. With every step that brought her closer to what felt like doom, it seemed to her that her paws were getting heavier. By the time she arrived Soleil was sure she looked miserable with her head and tail drooping as though she had just been scolded by her father for messing something up.

Turquoise eyes would scan over the alpha as she drew closer to him, trying to find any sine that he might be mad at her for not reacting accordingly, however that was suppose to be, at the meeting. At finding he didn't look angry a sense of relief washed over her...though she remained visually worn as she had no way of knowing what he wanted. Quietly she would stop in front of Riv and tilt her head both in greeting and in question.