You gotta prove it
01-05-2014, 01:02 PM
She was quick to answer the request of the Sentinel, she would not be kept waiting. The tall princess would coil her haunches beneath her, elegant tail would wrap around her royal paws. Cherry gaze would settle upon the girl, "Thank you miss, the tribe I was born in gave me the name Nytiri. Princess... sorry, Miss Roman accepted me a day or two ago into the pack." It seemed Roman was quite the Overseer, doing her duty to the crown quite well. "Welcome to Glaciem, Nytiri." a respectable nod would follow, "What rank were you bestowed?" She was certainly a talented hunter, but she would wonder if she had not been given the rank of hunter. Speech, |
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