HALCYON

Laxago was not particularly fond of the queen's tone -- subtle, sultry, confident and dripping with poise. She resisted the urge to curl her lips in response to the pet names bestowed upon her, for they were names she would accept willingly only from Deteste, but she knew he would have been disappointed if she showed hostility to this Madame so soon, and so the svelte she-wolf kept her temper in check. "Thank you," she said, keeping her tones even, her expression without any emotion to dawn across her features. She twisted her ears forth to catch the younger female's words, her paws flexing upon the earth as she was yet again called by an overly-sweetened name. So this queen knew Laxago's relation to her male counterpart, but not her actual name? She held back a sigh, and forced a slight smile to stretch over her lips -- visibly strained. "Laxago. A pleasure." She was not fond of formalities, but they were required, she supposed, as was her good behavior. It was what Deteste would want from her, after all, and that was the only thing that kept her restrained.