Good First Impressions

N/A · 04-29-2013, 08:12 PM

She seemed nervous, or so he gathered by her averted vision. He had noted her glance at him which had lingered longer than normal - but he was used to such a look. Not many wolves looked like himself, or his brother, or his sister, and each of them got their fair share of long stares or even dropped jaws. It was not uncommon for many to even directly question as to their appearances, though this only served to amuse the trio. It felt so different, greeting a stranger here. In the old land three sides of the pack had been protected by water, but here, all four sides were open to newcomers. He was not used to having to keep watch in all directions - but he supposed it would only serve to keep him more busy, something that Maverick was sure he needed in his life to keep his sanity. With everything that had been going on, a bit of patrolling would do him good, and give him a sense of purpose in his mixed up world.

She was well spoken, he noted this upon her first line of speech. She introduced herself as Tahlia Carlier. A surname, how unusual. He had a surname, a hyphenated one, in fact. But many wolves had since dropped their last names out of lack of use. Maverick was pleased to see she was not among those who had. She seemed interested, and her question only served to further the Prince's enthusiasm with her presence. "At my last count I believe we were comfortably harboring sixteen wolves. Since then, three whelps have been added to our number. We are not the largest pack around, but certainly not the smallest either." A hint of pride lingered in his notes as they tapered off contentedly. Seracia had grown tremendously since the days of his youth, and he had high hopes that they would continue to grow. "We are a Kingdom based pack, driven mostly by respect and honor. We strive to work together for the good of the Kingdom, and do all we can to ensure that everyone can live the life they desire." Words were practiced, rehearsed, and came off smooth and eloquent - much like anyone would expect of a future monarch. Tail sashayed from side to side gently in good nature. Eyes would glance over the woman's frame appraisingly. She looked somewhat like his mother had, though a bit smaller. Her coat was of three colors, just like Adette's and Gerhardt's. Her eyes were of bright gold. A smile grew on his face as he drew his vision from her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

"speeeeech"

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