hear me calling

The red of his gaze seemed to be naturally attracted to the likewise red of her pelt, spotting it easily among their environment. Her stiff-legged approach weakened the stoic appearance the beast usually held, though only with a slight curve of amusement that bent his lips. He watched her follow him, though occasionally would cast a glance to the rest of the pack lands behind her. Was she alone? She seemed far too small to be answering calls from the border all on her own.

She announced herself as royalty and he was not surprised in the slightest. The red of her pelt had Adravendi blood written all over it. To honor the rank of a princess, his frame curved as his forelimbs extended to allow him to lower his chest and head to the ground in a respectful bow. No matter her age, he knew this was the future of Lirim. Eventually, she would be his leader and he hoped she knew what sort of respect was owed to her while holding such a title. He felt it was his responsibility to show her that respect in the very least.

"Returning home, Miss Lili. We haven't met before, but a long time ago I was once a part of these lands." Whether or not he would be allowed to stay was up to the pack of course, but he was interested in seeing what had become of Lirim so far regardless.