Keep Your Head Up

The vagabond was never far from home so this day when the howl for a pack meeting echoed forth the demoness would like her head in silent contemplation. It was a call from Taurig for a pack meeting, would that include her? Taurig had been gracious, or stupid depending on your views, enough to let the woman stay in the place she had always called home though she had thus far promised no allegiance to him. But if nothing else she wanted to know what was happening, her desire for knowledge overruling her devil mare care attitude for once. So she would hop from her perch above her home and set off at a steady lope towards the meeting.

Surprisingly she was the first one there and for a moment she slowed a distance away and cast her gaze around. A one on one meeting with Taurig wasn't exactly what she wanted, though she knew others would come she didn't really want to give him the time to chase her out... But swallowing those uncertainties she approached slowly. It seemed that each time they met her submissive posture increased. This time her tail remained at her heels and her head lowered so it was carried parallel to her spine. "Greetings Taurig..." The woman had yet to embrace the term king or lord with this man but there was a politeness to her tone as she dipped her head in greeting and moved to sit before him but a bit off to the side to wait for the others.

Speech!