Pawprints in the Foreign Soil

*Gerhardt* · 03-22-2013, 04:33 PM

The King would recline and sit quietly as his son spoke up. The meeting was going over swimmingly. The Lady Crusade and her companion Mahniya were both kind and considerate, and Crusade seemed to be extremely well versed. That was something Gerhardt took great note of, and would not soon forget. As his son asked her to speak about Glaciem, he gave a smile, happy that Maverick was picking up his new role as Prince so quickly. As Crusade told her story, the King would listen intently, taking in every word she said and weighing it in his mind. Glaciem didn't seem all that different from Seracia, except for a few things. Seracia seemed to put more emphasis on pleasantries while Glaciem focused primarily on the close-knit family lifestyle. Neither was better than the other. It seems as if your pack is very similar to one in my old home. The Hannick pack - where I originally hail from, was allies with the other. He gave a slight pause. Would I be totally off base in suggesting such an alliance between our families, Lady Crusade? He truly hoped not, for he was sure that he could use as many allies in this land as he could get. Violet eyes danced to his son, but figured that the boy had done enough for now. Should you accept my offer, I would think that some formal gesture would also need to be set in place, to strengthen our ties to one another. Ideas flitted through his head, but he would let her decide upon those terms, should she choose to enter into alliance with the Kingdom. Tail would sweep the earth near his rump as he waited patiently, a placid gleam on his mask. His second son chose to remain quiet, but this did not cause the King any alarm. Valkis almost always was quiet, at least around him. Gerhardt had begun to wonder if the boy resented him for some reason, but what possible reason could that be? Gerhardt had saved his life, and the lives of his siblings.

Speech,

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