Don't Forget the White Sails

Rakia regarded Rhazien with a sharp tilt of her head, her icy gaze lingering on his expression as she processed his words. Her tail stilled behind her, the sweeping motion ceasing as she focused on the enigmatic wolf before her. "An interesting perspective," she admitted, allowing a note of intrigue to color her voice. "You've given me something to think about." She considered for a moment, watching Rhazien with an unreadable mask of curiosity and caution. Her ears perked forward at his words, the winds whispering tales of the North into her receptive ears. She pondered his words, contemplating the feel of the chilled Northern wind on her face, the crunch of ice beneath her paws. The tone of knowing in his voice. Recognition glimmered in her gaze, as she noted his appearance. The masculine strength that rippled under his shadowed coat. She had been given instructions- told stories about the key players in the new kingdom. And from what information she had, she felt that she might recognize this man. “Rhazien, I presume?”

"Rakia Perreau"