crimson tides

At the friendly greeting, Kamala relaxed slightly, figuring that he wasn't much of a threat if he was calling her miss. And he was respectful. It was a far cry from what Kamala had expected from a wolf in a place like this. She had heard that wolves fought to the death here. The thought made her shudder violently, and Kamala turned a thoughtful green gaze on the male before her in an attempt to distract herself.

She looked at him thoughtfully as he spoke, tilting her head slightly. "I assume, then, that you are not with a pack?" Kamala questioned curiously, mulling over her options as she spoke. She could tell this male of Seracia, offer him a home, if that was what he desired. But some wolves preferred to wander than to settle down. Still, she could make the offer. But she would wait to see how he reacted to her observation first. She would look foolish if she offered him a place within Seracia when he already had a pack.

A smile crossed Kamala's features at the mention of manners, and the female snorted softly. He would fit in perfectly with Seracia, she thought to herself. "My name is Kamala. Grand Duchess - or beta, I suppose - of Seracia." It was due to her meeting with Fenrir that she remembered that not every wolf knew what a Grand Duchses was. To her, it was second nature to call herself that. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Tiresias." She spoke lightly, but it was indeed the truth. He had been perfectly kind since she had first spoken to him, and very respectful. It was a good deal more than she would have expected from a wolf in a place like this.