She finally let him remove her from his fur without more fuss. She sat before him feeling sheepish and worried. Looking up as he came down to her level. Having his gaze on her, the image superseding the hustle and bustle around her and blocking out more of the noise with his voice and scent, gave her something more to concentrate on. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, and the fur don't the back of her neck still stood straight up as he spoke to her about courage. Being a Princess of Armada. She was one of two princesses, her three brothers were the princes. She swallowed as he reiterated the blood that ran through her veins was that of warlords and kings. She just needed to find that strength to carry her through her fears. His paw on her chest nailed it home.
He lifted her chin and told her that the Fatalis are a proud wolf.
She puffed out her chest and tucked her chin in. Standing as tall as she could. She was a Princess of the Armada! She was Selene Fatalis! And- She couldn't help but jolt as something clattered loudly behind her. But she tried again. She turned to face the bustling marketplace, determination in her features. She wasn't gonna cower! She was a proud Fatalis! Just like her Daddy!
But there was so much out of her control here! So many people and things moving about, she had a hard time keeping track of any of it and her eyes were starting to hurt. She didn't feel scared...
"Daddy?" She called back up to him, her eyes squinting, "What do the Fatalis do when things hurt?" She asked innocently.
