Estranged Lupa

Walk | Talk | Think

Try as she might to not react to the flattering words of the stranger, Tahlia's vanity seemed to have a mind of its own. Minutely did her lips begin to curve, an appreciation there that the other female should concede to her company being both lovely and young. From the look of her, the russet and black she-wolf was sure she out-aged the other by at least a year if not more, her small stature lending an air of innocence and youth to her that Tahlia could not boast of. It often grated on her that she was no small, dainty little thing, but to see one who was admit that even Tahlia had some beauty was a perfect win in her book. It made the interruption to her near kill earlier considerably more tolerable.

With impeccable decorum, she introduced herself, even presenting a full name by which to address her, and Tahlia was immediately impressed. Even among the Seracians, a pack led as a kingdom with formality and a peculiar etiquette, not all of those who resided there could boast the same. Many only held singular names, names that the wolf often thought simple and inexpressive. Here was another who lived by the old ways, who chose to carry their lineage with them as if a badge, and it only earned the wolf more favor.

She would have stopped her then to express a pleasure in having met her, but rather than give pause the wolf continued to speak, admitting next to having taken an interest in the pack of Seracia. Tahlia's ears perked at this news, her expression brightening. Well, that was certainly good news! Another who knew how to conduct herself, and she was wishing to join the pack. "I do think you could make a good addition to our ranks, too," the multi-hued she-wolf offered with a pleased smile, certain that, had she power to do so, she would have accepted the woman on the spot. She conducted herself far too well to give the impression of one prone to causing a fuss.

But, alas, Tahlia was not so highly ranked. Practically new herself, just finishing her second full season as a member of Seracia, she was still earning a name for herself. There was much she still needed to do before such a privilege would be bestowed on her. "I regret to inform you that I do not have that power." Her tone was sincerely apologetic, her smile rueful yet kind. "But I could possibly sit with you until someone who does arrives?" It was the best she could offer, and truthfully Tahlia hoped that she might agree. Her mingling among her pack mates had been rather weak, not many friends made quite yet, and she did wish to have others who shared her home that she might visit and gossip with when free time came around.