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Seeing him was like seeing a ghost. Her stomach had tightened when the pack had come home, believing for a moment that Cairo was among them as he once had been, looming in spirit as they came home. Yet as she repeatedly glanced, she caught the man's scent, and realized that although there was something there that was oddly familiar - he was not her father. Her father was a ghost, scentless, no longer seen among the living... so who was this male that looked so much like him? Chrysanthe was at a loss, but her curiosity had been piqued. Perhaps she was acting on nothing at all, imagining the chance that he could be related to her somehow. The Adravendi family was vast and scattered, there was really no telling...



Approaching the other would be the easy part, finding out the right words to say would be harder. She was curious, a bit on edge for unknown reasons - but she would ignore those feelings and introduce herself. The way that she had grown accustomed to was no longer right - perhaps she should knock everything off save for her first name, or would he be curious about the ranks she held despite it not being one of status? She wasn't upset about not being alpha anymore, just a bit unsure how to go about things now. It was easy enough to keep her tail level and her one eyed gaze a bit softer as it wasn't her place to judge anyone anymore.



But her mannerisms would always be affected by growing into her title wouldn't they?



Trailing after the dark brown male, the woman would pause moments before she would be within his line of sight. Softly she would bark, alerting the other lupine of her presence. She knew exactly where he was standing - this was her father's grave - but what reason did he have to be here? "A great man was laid to rest here." She would say simply, but surely her visage would give away her curiosity. "Have you heard about him already?" Valhalla was close, but she didn't know that he would have heard stories of her father already. Perhaps though, he had been looking to be told because he knew who he was before getting here.



Seeing this male face to face up close, she was still flabbergasted at the similarities - it was almost as if her father was visiting his own grave, standing guard of his pack over his resting place. It was all too surreal... "Pardon my manners, I'm Chrysanthe. I saw you during the move, but we never got around to speaking."