I've Heard About You

She had heard stories of Valentine. He was her grandfather, the alpha of Imperium, and a formiddable opponent in battle. He sieged multiple packs, leading his wolves into victory again and again. And, apparently, he was a very grumpy old man. Lyra felt it was beyond time to meet him, as she had left to explore before she had the chance. A smile played at the edge's of Lyra's lips as she approached an old human thing, which she had been told was her grandfather's den. She'd been warned that her grandfather was a little snippy, but that warning would in no way persuade her not to come... the only question was, to play a trick, or to actually just politely call out?

With the midday sun rising she decided to take the safe route: respect. It was a rare occurrence for her, but one she made willingly. She was too curious to want to piss of Valentine right now... that could come later. But for now, she called out quietly, "Grandfather?"