Let me in, unlock the door

Of course the Kingdom of Seracia was a good home -- she did not doubt that in the slightest. How could it be anything else with she and Maverick perched high up on the throne? She was a fair, steady ruler, who rarely wavered in her opinions -- she was fair and charming and kind on the surface. Stability was what seemed to ground most wolves, and that worked here, as witnessed by the many wolves that had settled down here comfortably. There had been few issues of rebellion, and little talk of unhappiness among the wolves. Iowerth would be smart to join them, especially before winter was upon them, but she would not beg him to join. The choice would be his and his alone.

"Then you are more than welcome here, Iowerth. As I said, we reward those who work -- you can only raise as high as you aim, and the sky is your limit." A smile danced across her features, eyes shining as she watched him. She was biased; born of a grand ruler, she never would've settled for anything less than power. And yet, unlike her brother, it did not corrupt her, but only made the goodness inside her heart grow.

"If you want, tell me a bit about yourself. I'd love to hear a piece of your story. Alacritis is such a large place, and I can only begin to understand what lies beyond it." It was a good a time as ever to show him his new home, and so with a flick of her muzzle she would begin walking, inviting him to join her. "Let's talk awhile and I'll show you your new home."