As the white dame sat there she did not flinch as another femme seemed to charge at her. Only when some realization came into her eyes did the dame stop and apologize. She had thought Hureia was someone else, who could she had mistaken her as; someone else with white and gray fur as she?
Whoever she had been mistaken for probably did something preposterous to anger the femme as such. But alas Hureia was not the one she sought but a wolf of perhaps the same looks. But the dame was unique and carried herself with an elegant heir.
"Oh it is quite alright, I'm sure mistakes happen all the time." she said with a small elegant smile after she had spoken.
"Oh and do pardon my manners, my name is Hureia Tsarev;and may I ask you of your name as well?"
Hureia sat there on her haunches and looked at the dame with her aqua blue eyes. Her black lined ears were somewhat perked up as they awaited her reply to be voiced by the femme.
The femme looked the other dame up and down but yet did not judge. She was taught to be respectful so she was. It was wrong to judge one on their looks so the wolf sat there with a friendly smile portrayed upon her face. Perhaps finding her brother would still have to wait.
Her mind flitted back to when the dame before her had charged.She was so close to her, she could have killed her. And yet Hureia had sat there; she did not mind for she had been on death's door before. As she briefly closed her eyes she saw Poxiterxo's jaws lunging at her throat. Only did she see his two sons Octavian and Pontifex sitting...watching her die. Hureia sighed as maybe it was all her fault indeed. If she had never fallen in love with Octavian should Her family still be alive and Thane would not be lost. Oh how would her family ever forgive her.
