Bloodstains, ball gowns;;

There was nothing that could be done about her father's behavior toward her mother, or her boredom it would seem. But, as she circled around the hull of their ship, Dea heard the voice of a male stranger calling out to her. Dark ears slid back on her skull and she turned her head to find a wolf who was about the same height as her mother, and her mouth cracked open in a wide grin. He'd called her little, and pretty! How a wolf could be so incompetant that they both insult and praise a princess? "And just what is a pretty little thing like you doing out here in such a harsh wastelands?" The male had asked, and Dea was more than ready to open her mouth and retort. "I could ask you the same thing." She said in an innocently teasing tone. Obviously he was shorter than her, and seemed lighter built as well, but he was at least easy to look at.

The question would be what kind of wolf he would turn out to be. If he would try to hurt her with her father looming so close, yet so distracted. Or if he was a passing stranger looking to make friends, which could both hurt and benefit the young princess. Only time would tell, she supposed, and she would wait to see what he would do before she reacted.