Her golden brown bathed ears would twist forward when the snowy pelted female began to speak, her blue gaze scanning over Misha. The small female would automatically tilt her crown low in a bow, showing respect for Qanik, a higher rank than Misha, one well affiliated with the Queen Of Tortuga. Misha would wait a few seconds before lifting herself up from the bow, finding Qanik in a comfortable and calm sitting position. Misha shakily set her rump on the ground and curled her tail beside her as she listened to the white fae speak. She would say how Misha was a part of this pack and how she was now part of this family. Then she would ask Misha if the two could speak. The maiden would nod in reply. "Yes Miss Qanik. About what?" She would question, blue grey irises sparkling with curiosity.
