Seeking a Crown to Bow Before

Quickly would come his reply, along with the softening of his muscles and relaxation in his stance. An apology came to her great ears, receiving a small shake of her delicate cranium. "It's no matter, I would react the same way to such a freakish looking creature on my territory." She replied with a chuckle, and yet another question came to her auditory sensors. She nodded slowly, confirming her aforementioned statement. Then once more came baritone vocals to her ivory lined, enormous ears. Where did she hail from? One of the most beautiful lands in existence, which was quite a long trip from there to these lands, one she would most likely not tell anyone. "I come from a place previously called South America, but is now only known for it's bizarre creatures and relative impossibility to reach from anywhere." She replied, her voice taking on a faraway, dreamy tone as she reminisced about her home, where she had lost a lot but gained just as much. Then her violet gaze turned to meet the male's bi coloured optics once more, and she decided to seat herself, effectively cutting down her stature to appear a little less intimidating. Her thick, coarse mane of ebony had long since flattened back down; and her posture was extremely relaxed now, the she knight comfortable talking with the Borealis. The maned wolf was definitely a strange creature, often called a mere fox on stilts, an extremely offensive title, since they were much more regal creatures than the fox, even though they shared many traits. She hoped she could gain a place in this pack, and maybe seek out the Alpha in hopes of earning a place as a knight, or something of the kind. So she waited, to see what came next from the man of dual tones.