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ooc;; Thread with Virgil is taking place before this, so I'm playing as though she's already a member.


Almost on cue the queen would arrive, nostrils flaring as she searched for the scent of an Olympian. She would find her niece, her matriarch, and approach slowly, following the sounds and scent carefully. Natalya nuzzled Virgil lightly on the side of her neck, before backing away and bowing for a long moment to the large presence at her side, one she could only assume to be the leader of Amenti recently returned. The disgust that boiled within her did not rise to her features, though it was tempting to rip the man's throat from his body before he could reassert his control. Natalya knew that she needed to show respect for the man, but she would not show too much of it. Her pride was too strong for such behavior.



She seated herself away from the third wolf that was present and wrapped her tail gently around her paws, keeping her faux gaze focused on the pair of leaders ahead. Why Virgil had chosen to offer her services to another was beyond Natalya, but she would never openly question the matriarch. As much as she wanted to simply stage a violent coup d'etat, she knew that there had to be something worth respecting in this man for her niece to allow her family to live beneath his rule temporarily. She trusted in the girl's judgment on this matter, despite her youth. After all, she had intelligent parents to model herself after.



What would this king expect from the wolves of Olympus? If it was complete fealty and submission, he would be quite displeased. Her family was simply too strong, too important. It would be interesting to see how the others handled this situation, and what would come of it.


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