Estranged Lupa

Walk | Talk | Think

No sooner had the russet and black she-wolf mentioned the higher ranked wolves, one of them appeared, a familiar face she had not been anticipating. "Maverick!" she greeted delightedly as she turned to look toward the young Seracian prince, tail wagging a few beats behind her. The self-same wolf to have admitted her into the pack, Tahlia had the utmost respect for the next-in-line monarch and was even more excited to see him now in the aftermath of his more than eventful wedding. A sense of wistfulness had stolen over her knowing that even one as young as him had a family in the works, while she remained single and alone, but he was such a well behaved boy, so polite and generous, her jealousy was only trivial. He was the prince, and rightfully so; he deserved this happiness.

The Seracian Prince took things over then, all words from the stranger on their border now directed at him. Tahlia seated herself beside them with a smile, content to listen and watch and be there for the outcome so long as it was allowed. She had been very close to possibly making a friend through the she-wolf Esmerelda and if she did get to join she thought the prospect of hosting a quick tour to be rather enjoyable. She was more or less knowledgable about the territory now, so it seemed right that she share that knowledge with another.