Head would turn at the sound of an approach. Amber gaze falling upon the form of the Queen he had not come to know about, but even so, she was the one running the pack alone while the pathetic excuse for a king welped and hid within the confines of a dark corner. Maw would lift in a brief smile, the male rising with his tail high as usual, though he noted her own was not portraying the authority she so easily carried. He was somewhat confused, and it was today that he would inquire why she held herself so poorly. "A queen should hold herself with pride...and yet, yours seems to have faltered." He would comment, though not to aggravate her, but rather in a neutral yet curious tone. He often cared not for authority, but it was the authority of the albino he didn't care for. She, at least...had earned his respect in some way. Her comment about Arietta had not gone unheard, and it would bring no more then a quiet scoff and a smirk upon his lips. "No. Isardis thought he could gain control over me by trying to force my prize here...and yet, he failed in all attempts. I cannot be controlled, and it is he who fails to recognize that he cannot control me." He would flick the snow off his tail, amber gaze looking her over. "It is a pleasure to formally meet you, my Queen. You are more beautiful and confident alone then at the side of an uncaring wretch." Whether his words would anger her or not, he didn't care. He knew that she knew there was some truth in her words...and he would combat it should she choose to try and deny it. He could see it, for it was obvious in not just the way she held herself, but through many other aspects as well.
