From The Ashes

The call of the king would drag S'alkrie effortlessly like a puppet; her strings getting pulled towards the call simultaneously . It was her very first time in seeing a pack meeting and there was no doubt that excitement was bubbling up all around her insides. Her long, lean legs would meander her effortlessly towards the scene as her ruby gaze falls upon the royal pair in interest. A small crowd would enclose in rather quickly; almost isolating them in the hopes of great news. A smile would increase gently upon her blood kissed lips before taking a seat way at the back, where the shadows see to confront her. She wasnt being awkward or anti social, but perhaps shyness got the better of her. Afterall its not often your surrounded by many wolves thrice the size of you. But still, she'd remain close enough to be in eye sight, wishing to hear the kings speech. There where a few familiar faces lurking in the gathering- Kyarst and Genesis being noted as friendly faces. A sigh would part her lips before leaning her entire weight upon her haunches, the shadows becoming of familiarity. A soft giggle would escape her lips at Kyarst's little protective behaviour against another pup falls into place- it was all rather interesting, was it not?