Tea With The Queen

The ivory woman would draw to a halt near the smaller brown wolf. As Misha greeted her she frowned slightly at her bowing. Though Roman recognized it as a sign of respect, she didn't want to be the type of leader that her pack bowed too. "It's nice to see you as well Misha." She greeted the woman warmly. Chuckling slightly as the other agreed to her, she gazed out over the spray of water, she turned her head as the other woman spoke again, her ears pricking with surprise at the woman's choice of words and sudden admission. Her ears flicked, but she felt a bubble of warmth in her chest. She was glad to feet wanted- appreciated by the she-wolf. Her tail would uncurl from her side, and she'd flick it to gently brush against Misha's side. "You don't have to thank me, just prove your love for the pack- your loyalty and that's enough for me." She spoke softly, her tone warm. She hoped that she had reassured the other woman of her place- how she belongs her.