Five years, it was a long time for the dwarfed dame. So much had happened in her life-span, so many things had shaped her into the creature that she was today. When the howl rang across the forest, her lithe head raised, ears pricking towards the sound, a new voice that called, demanding presence. Fluidly she would rise, her muscles contracting and releasing seamlessly as her mind wandered. The train of her muddled thoughts would flow as smoothly as her steps as she paced leisurely towards the sound. The feel of fur, though a memory was so vivid as she remembered her first love, and her first mate. Her heart ached again for the loss that she had suffered, as she laid to rest each of their still-born pups. Her desire to live had been shattered, and she was then a creature even she could not recognize.
Somehow she had found meaning in life, and upon washing into the borders of Alacritis she again realized that she had been given a second chance, a chance to do good. Shaking her small head, she would move across the land with purpose as she followed the sound, and the sight that greeted her was interesting at best. Proudly she would move towards his massive figure, her wisdom and kind heart showing in her gold eyes. Nearing the apparent king, she lowered her head slightly, offering some fashion of respect though something near a challenge glittered in her eyes as she looked at him. Tawny jaws would part, words flowing from them in lyrical tones.
?Eris, at your service.?
The introduction would be soft spoken, but the words proud as she looked up at him. Sink back on her haunches, she watched him, her eyes never leaving his handsome features. She wondered what things he brought, what he offered. A rumble left her chest, as she looked away from him and off into the forest, wondering who else would show at the kings call.