you don't s e e the lightning

The sudden sound of her father's voice upon the air made Kamala jump slightly, green eyes flicking about until they found themselves focusing upon the brown figure of the male who had taken her in. "Father," Kamala ducked her head slightly in greeting, smiling a little at the larger male. Her father seemed . . . worried, she noted as she examined the male. Was that the right word for it? Kamala wasn't sure that it was exactly what she was going for, but whatever it was, something seemed to be a little off about the male. Some day she would learn to read the wolves around her as effortlessly as some seemed to be able to. But it seemed that day was a while off yet.



A smile warmed the lupine features of the female as she wagged her tail slightly, "You could say that, Father." Her Kingdom was a place that valued formality, and her father was a King. For all that he was her father, she would treat him with the respect that he deserved. "I am very well," A pause, during which she examine the brown male once more, "And how are you, Father? What brings you out here?" Kamala asked curiously, ears pricking attentively in the other's direction.



The wolf stretched herself out slightly as she examined her father, attentive green gaze wandering across the older male's form. He seemed to be doing well, other than whatever it was that seemed to be worrying him. But Kamala wasn't sure if she was reading him entirely wrong or not. He was her father and she ought to be able to tell, seeing as he had raised her from a very young age, but Kamala's observational skills were not something that she took for granted. They had not come to her naturally; they had been honed over her lifespan, and Kamala wasn't entirely comfortable in them yet. If that made any sense to anyone but her.