Who's the fairest of them all?

Since early morning S'alkrie was not in the glaciem borders, straying away and yet not far enough to be considered lost. She had found herself among many flowers, and the one thing the placid babe loved was the look of the waxy petals, and the feel as though they where of fine silk. But today the youth was in no mood to be all alone, and she would soon find herself running back home to Glaciem, with a single rose clasped firmly in her jaws. She wanted to explore, but perhaps today she didnt have to be alone, after running for around ten minutes, S'alkrie would slide back within the borders, placing the flower by her paws before making a few short, snappy howls for Drashiel. She knew he'd be close, knowing him well enough to know he had no yet left the borders of there home. She often wondered where he stands with his father, was he one of his favourites? Or just a son. S'alkrie never had to care about any of that stuff, she was adopted in, one of the only pups who was not sired by the king. She could barely remember her father, only that he had left a permanent, and rather nasty looking scar upon her belly. Still insecure about her imperfection, she has told no one. Impatient she began to be. Though she presumed he'd come quickly she would begin to lay down, waiting for whenever he decides to see her.