Pawprints in the Foreign Soil
The Prince would remain standing at three fourths his adult size, but steadily growing. Plush fur of fox and appaloosa coloring wrinkled in a light salty wind blowing in from the sea. It brought with it warmth and comfort to the lad as he stood betwixt his brother and father. A slight glance was given to Valkis, followed by a hidden roll of his eye. While he loved his brother very much, Valkis was nearly useless in social situations. His mute-by-choice brother would merely be a mannequin unless by some miracle he decided to speak. The older she-wolf would speak up next, mentioning her name and her companion's name. Crusade and Mahniya. He would file those away for future use, though something told him he would really only need to know Crusade's. Next came their pack of origin, one Maverick had scarcely even heard of. Glaciem. She spoke on to reveal she was once Alpha of the pack, and had since either been dethroned or stepped down. He assumed the latter, being that she was now in charge of their diplomatic affairs. A silence would fall upon the gathering, lingering there until Crusade spoke up once more. When she was through, his father would reply, but left his answer a bit vague and frankly unfinished. Then his attention was turned to Valkis, and finally on himself. The Prince gulped slightly. He didn't really know how this situation worked, but had a feeling he was about to have to figure it out. A side glance was given to his father before he spoke up, a bit tentatively at first. You mentioned learning of our pack's culture. Maverick paused, wondering if he ought to offer their information first, or wait for her to share hers. Against his better judgement and suspicion, the young prince would speak on. Our pack is based off of a monarchial system. My father is the King, my mother the Queen. Ranks tier down from there, much the same as they would in any other pack. We thrive and prosper on courtesy and chivalry, and we all work toward the good of the Kingdom - whatever that may be in our own personal situations. He hoped his wording was eloquent enough, and even though a time or two his voice had raised or lowered unnecessarily, he felt as if he had done a decent job. Can you tell us about the nature of Glaciem? He would inquire with a tilt of his head, obviously both curious and interested in how other packs handled their own affairs. |