Can you hear me calling, calling?

Qanik's gaze swept over the girl as she crept up so fearfully, and her face softened. "Misha," she greeted quietly. She sat, slowly, her tail curving around her hindpaws as she sought to change her posture to make the girl more comfortable. "My name is Qanik. I am Roman's legionary, her beta." She shifted a little, letting her gaze drift so the girl wouldn't feel like she was being interrogated. "Misha, before I say anything else I want you to know that I did not call you here to kick you out of the pack. Even if I could, I would not. You are a member of this pack, this family, and as far as I am concerned you always will be. But we do need to have a talk, you and I. Are you comfortable with that?" Her bright gaze went back to the girl, studying her intently. Whether the girl was ok with it or not, they'd be having their talk. It would just change how Qanik would handle it.



speech.