open up my eager eyes

The gray creature had been a little on edge since her mother's death. In some ways, it was understandable. Her world had been upended and she had seen her father kill her mother. In other ways, not so much. After all, hadn't she already thought her mother dead? And perhaps Adette had been dead, for the woman that spoke to Kamala had held no similarities to her mother other than the physical. Kamala was confused, to say the least. Confused and upset, and perhaps in no state to be a princess of Seracia. After all, her brother was handling it with aplomb, and her father was off being a proper Ambassador to other packs. And then there was Kamala, confused and upset, and far from in the best of mental states. It wasn't proper, and she knew that, and she knew that she needed to get better and stop obsessing over this. It wouldn't benefit her pack, and it wouldn't benefit her, and she needed to get over it.

But that was easier said than done, Kamala had learned quickly. So at least for a little while, the female had wandered towards the edge of Seracia's territory, her red and gray paws carrying her far from the beaten path. For the moment, she was sure Maverick and Epiphron could handle things. Meanwhile, she would sort through the mess that her mother and her now ex-fiance had left her with. Kamala had never been very insecure, but to know that she had been practically abandoned by Gideon, whom she had spent so long obsessing over marrying, well, it made her feel pretty near worthless. She had never delighted over the prospect of marrying Gideon, but to have him break the marriage off and gallivant off to Valhalla to be with his new bride kind of smarted. Was she not good enough? Obviously not. And if she wasn't good enough for Gideon or her mother, who was she good enough for?

It was not the kind of thoughts that she would share with anyone, not even Maverick. It wasn't something anyone else would understand. And so Kamala had decided that she would keep to herself until this was all sorted out. There was no other option; she was in no state to offer the wolves of Seracia any sort of leadership. A Princess who kept to herself was better than a Princess who paraded around in the state that Kamala was in. She wanted no one to see her weakness. They would not understand and it was improper anyways.

So Kamala wandered, paws carrying her mechanically along as she wandered through the outskirt of Seracia's lands, paying little attention to her surroundings.