Keep Your Head Up

*Maija* · 10-06-2013, 10:05 AM

Maija had been sleeping in her den, the main way her subconscious could get away from the consistent thoughts that racked her brain every day. Once she was awake, however, she would be bombarded by the images of the large, dark brute that had taken her as his wife. She was mentally exhausted from dealing with the memories of Dragomir, yet she didn't want to stop remembering the good times she had with her husband. The prediction was confirmed when Taurig's howl spread across the Tortuga territory and woke her up. Floodgates were open and she recollected Rotterdam's summoning howl with a painful grimace.
Slowly, the golden dame rose to stand on all fours. She stretched her elegant legs before shaking all over and padding towards the den's entrance. Leaf green eyes sleepily looked out, trying to pinpoint the King's chosen place for his pack. What she didn't see, she ended up smelling, and his familiar scent reached her before she saw his cobalt pelt in the distance. A faint smile appeared on her face, quickly fading before she left the safety of her new abode.
It didn't take long for her to reach the clearing. Already, wolves that had been welcomed into the pack were sitting or standing, having come to the beckoning call of the new Tortugan king. She was hesitant to approach any of them, for meeting strangers was not one of her strong suits. The paranoia was slowly surfacing as she warily looked at each wolf, taking in their scents and physical descriptions for later use. When her eyes landed on Newt, she had a small, sharp intake of breath. The violet behemoth was still here, even though Taurig was the acclaimed king? What was going on? She was puzzled, but didn't say anything.
At that point in time, she wasn't really focused on meeting the other wolves that were slowly coming to the meeting. Instead, she found herself padding close to Taurig, remaining a bit distant from everyone else. She didn't speak, but only gently nudged his sturdy left shoulder to announce her presence. Wary gaze still wandered and she took a few steps back as other wolves approached her King, excited to be joining the pack she now called home. Maija reclined to her haunches in a spot that was a few steps away from the cobalt ruler, silently keeping an eye out for anyone that would possibly approach her. For the moment, she was there to support Taurig and her place within the territory.

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