Only time will tell

She had been doing some adventuring. Her paws carried her all over. From swamps to the range and back. She found a lovely hollow tree to call her own within the swamps. But, she was growing tired of the gross, musky, feeling of the moors. Her fur was always slightly damp and sticky, for the vain Fnnvi it was hard to deal with. Her lovely metallic eyes would sweep over the range in curiosity. She had been wandering the lands, maybe some patrolling here and there. Though, a few other scents caught her interest. The scent of the violet Dove and another scent of a male. Her curiosity was peak and the woman slithered to the area the scents wafted from. Her fur bounced with each bounding step and her ears flicked from the sound of voices. It was small talk, barely a conversation yet. Svanerna dipped her head in respect as she neared. Her head then returned to being quite high and her tail was aligned with her body. The german girl was dominant by nature, a monarch. She had always been in charge of her family and she saw the pack as her.. extended family. But, she was smarter then to challenge authority. Her voice would flutter into the brisk air with delight. "Greetings." Ashy eyes, dappled with gold, would meet both of them politely.