Eventually, a rather plain man came to her call. He may have been almost colorless but Lyre found this intriguing. Just about every wolf in her family had some sort of crazy pattern going on. Look at Mithras!
She would greet the king (though she didn't know this) with a small bow of her head, silver eyes returning to look at him. "Hello sir." She then chuckled a little bit, taking in his practiced phrase. "You've repeated yourself more than once, have you?" Standing at a calm stance now, Lyre would continue. "My name is Lyre. I seek to find myself a new home in which I will do my best to aide in." In the back of Lyre's mind, there was a little voice screeching "Are you crazy? Why would you join a pack!" And she couldn't help but think it was Mithras poking around at her brain. "I've heard this is a friendly yet determined pack and I am interested in learning about pack life."