Eywa bless me [Roman]
12-31-2013, 11:21 PM
The dame had been busy in the couple days since she had accepted Nytiri to the pack, the woman hadn't crossed Roman's mind until the white lady caught the scent of her upon returning to Glaciem territory. She moved stiffly yet, but refused to think of the incident that had led to the injury. She was healing. She'd recover. She'd be strong again. In the meantime, she wouldn't let her duties pass. She followed the scent, her eyes coming soon to rest on the white woman who was busying herself among herbs. Roman would watch her for a moment or two before the woman would speak, announcing her presence. "Keeping yourself busy, I see?" She would inquire lightly, mild curiosity apparent to her soft monotone voice. She would stand her head tilted slightly to the right, as she stood, her tail idly flicking at her hocks. Relaxed, the queen forced herself to be relaxed. Her pack knew not of what had happened to her, and they didn't need to know. Speech, |